Gyrfalcon's Keep trust like that is not freely given

he had discovered the girl's homestead -- now, he waited to discover her. the coast was an ever-evolving feature of scouring winds and bright sun, heavy clouds and still atmosphere. he liked it, in the way one might initially like a new trinket -- yet overtime would become tripe and common, grating on ones sensibilities like the overstay of an unwelcome guest.

in the keep iliksis had made a den for himself, a makeshift site that sat facing the open sea and the long strand of glittering sand that flanked it. from this vantage he could oft see the coming and goings of various wildlife: some wolves, some not -- yet none wore a pale bleached coat, nor limped.