Gyrfalcon's Keep And it's coming together just right

@Rahzie

The smell of wolves seemed to assault Ptarmigan from all sides. Something about this coast must have drawn a number of her species, for the criss-crossed paths of dozens of wolf paws had left the ground permanently marked with their smell. With her senses assaulted and natural born wolf instinct exciting her, the petite female had made her way onto a stout little mountain to the south of the coast, unaware that once upon a time, a pack had considered this territory their buffer zone.

Now, it was nothing but gyrfalcons and shore birds, and their cacophony of rattling cries assaulted her ears as readily as the wolf scents had assaulted her nose. Finding no relief from the stimuli in this area, the female began to pace along a towpath, growing more and more agitated by the second.