Gyrfalcon's Keep don't panic

For Finn!

He had been keeping close to the coast after his meeting with the Stavanger Bay Alpha, not too keen to explore deeper within the new lands just yet. He was also still curious about the Bay, planning to seek it out later and haphazardly make his way there. For the time being, though, he had been investigating the forest that stood before a smaller mountain and had found a particularly rocky path that led to a vantage point at the base of it. The ocean spread before the boy but his attention was elsewhere - towards the sky, in fact.

Atreyu's bright eyes were trained on the ever-darkening expanse, staring intently on the light that brought about daytime. A sliver of darkness was slowly covering it, looking almost like a half moon. Was...was the night eating daytime? A mixture of panic and curiosity rose within the boy and his ear tips began to quiver. What did it mean? Was this land cursed? Although he had been told stories of demons and otherworldly creatures by his parents, he scarcely believed them or found himself scoffing at how truly frightening they were made out to be. But, here he was, staring at a phenomenon that could have come straight from one of his parent's tales.