Gyrfalcon's Keep Dangerous Temptation

(16 million years later, I had chutz enough to remake this thread, forgive me. xD) @Ragnar



Adair, after many encounters with wolves who had passed into this land, he had known many who had no come back out to respeak of their tales and adventures. From the ones who did, it was a warning. A warning filled with regret for comming, and gratitude for leaving. All because of a "he who shall not be named", but oh, did they name him. "The Wolf of the Ancient Ones." "The Jaws of No Return". "Man of No Mercy". "Death Bringer". "Hackle Harvester". He could go on for years. But Adair didn't, because he had to cherish the rest of the years he had left. It would seem like he didn't in the eyes of the wolves he had passed, because he was going to go meet the ruler of the lands who they had escaped from.
But he had come the night before, prepared.

Adair remembered the fellow lupines who spoke of the leader being particularly angry due to their tresspassing on his land. He got it lodged in his massive head that he wouldn't do that. Hence him not tipping on the borders. Also, he had brought a gift. Its nothing special, or magical...something easy,..well for him..to get. Something that could save their pack trouble, just a bit.

Trotting alongside the border of Glyrfalcon's Keep, but still remaining outside of it, the almost 4 ft high hessian took a sniff of the surrounding, all while keeping an invisible marker on the border, ever so careful to no pass it.
No one had been here. Other than marking the borders, no wolf had stayed here long enough to notice his present for the leader of the pack. Good.
A small smile slipped to his maw, and Adair felt a bit more at ease, causing him to slip back into his calm and collected mentality. He would hope that it kept him in a decent spot.
This is a learning experience. Hopefully I can walk away from it, in one piece.
Regally lifting his dark crown, Adair sent a howl for the leader of the Stavanger Bay pack.