Gyrfalcon's Keep gone is the weasel...

The disappearance of the Alpha of the Gull had gone all but unnoticed, the yearling had searched underneath every stone, nook and cranny, making certain that nothing was missed. In reality the scent of Majestic was already fading away, the wind brought spread his odour around but it wasn't as strong as it used to be. All the while wolves within the Isle pack were figuring out who was to take his place as there was no Beta -- second in command -- to step up. And with the Gull having only recently formed, the hierarchy was still blurry and everyone roamed in uncertainty until someone would step up the plate. Mees, young and new, wasn't one of them.

Though he wandered into unknown lands, he learned from Erika that he shouldn't give up hope. So while saving up all his boldness and courage, the young male made his way to the smallest mountain. He figured that if Majestic had truly wanted to leave these lands, taking the smallest mountain was the easiest detour on his new journey. Mees' throat suddenly felt dry at the thought that something bad might have happened to his former leader. Instead, at the beginning of the mountain, Mees called out loud; "Majestic, are you there?!?" But the only one who answered was the reflection of his own echo, going back and forth. Back and forth.