Gyrfalcon's Keep in all chaos there is calculation [m]

Anyone! Marked mature for possible gore.

The great white beast prowled along the rocky trails of Gyrfalcon's Peak, two blood-stained rabbit dangling from her jaws. Her muzzle was painted a gory red from the kills and served a stark contrast against the pale expanse of her fur. In the canopy above, the shrill cries of gyrfalcons called out to one another across the mountain, warning of the white wolf.

The trail suddenly switches back on itself, weaving around the trunks of the conifers as it ascends further up the mountain. She climbs the steep slope with sure feet until it opened up into a rocky meadow. A brief smile ghosts across her lips, and she begins to scan the landscape for a suitable spot. She lifts her tail parallel to her back and the tip flicks with each stride; ears perked and swiveling, following the sounds echoing out from the forest.