Gyrfalcon's Keep walking up the rocky path

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His encounter with the savage, white-furred female some time ago had instilled a slight fear and wariness around mountains, a feeling Atreyu wasn't used to. He thought himself fearless, especially when it came to conquering unknown lands. Growing up by the sea, he was used to nature flippantly toying with his life, dumping him under waves and testing his resolve with wild storms. Yet he didn't come to fear the ocean — instead, he revered it. However, that was not the case around the mountain that he had come across today. Cautiously, the boy slunk around its outskirts, eventually forcing himself to go up a pathway. He recalled being here once before, when he had met Finn under that strange sun-and-moon phenomenon in the sky.

Trying to force the unease out of his mind, the juvenile continued at a slow, almost unwilling, amble, only perking up when he came across the scent of another male. It was faint but certainly there, growing stronger as Atreyu followed it. The stranger seemed to take a sharp turn as he hiked up the mountain and, eventually, the boy found the source of the smell in the form of a large, dark grey wolf. For a second, he thought it was Finn and wondered why the womaniser liked this mountain so much but the stranger held a distinctly different scent. It seemed...fresher than the usual scents of the ocean. Still being a ways off from the foreigner, Atreyu clambered over the rocks that formed the outskirts of the meadow before standing atop of one, letting loose a small bark to get the man's attention.