Gyrfalcon's Keep walking up the rocky path

The stranger's response was met with a slightly disappointed frown from Atreyu, his ear flicking as the man smirked at him. He was leaving? But he had only just met him! And the boy still had many questions to ask of him about the Outrider trade. Perhaps someone back at Stavanger Bay knew more about it? At least he knew where the man hailed from and, if no-one else, Atreyu could still track him down and pester him for more information (despite the fact that his home was on the other side of the Wilds).

As the grey male then turned to sniff the area, Atreyu did the same, eagerly thrusting his nose into the air and taking a few steps forward. He, too, could not find any prey scents around and the shrill cries of the gyrfalcons above distracted him. Looking up at where they nested he gave a small snarl and then turned to his company. "Too bad we can't eat those falcons," he said with a laugh though he did wonder how hard it would be to scale the cliff-face and maybe steal one or two eggs — he had never tried falcon eggs before. "Maybe a mouse," he murmured to himself, lowering his snout to the ground again and sorting through the dry grasses, trying to find a fresh trail before looking up to the man again with a question gaze, wondering if he had found anything.