Gyrfalcon's Keep who we are

for @Kore

the rain does not come as a surprise to wintersbane, who seeks shelter from the cold of it that seeps thru thick, and coarse winter pelage he's grown. the cold doesn't bother him but the damp drives a chill into his bones that even the tundrian in him could not entirely ward off. he left stavanger bay in the early tresses of the morning on a recruitment drive but now is left to dwell in the shadow of the gyrfalcon's stony keep that rises like a titan's little tooth out of the earth; and beneath the stare of their beady eyes.

for once, the birds are quiet; no doubt riding out the worst of the rain same as he. still, he keeps his ears, eyes and nose alert all the same as he pushes thru the woodland that sprouts 'round the stony rise.

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