Gyrfalcon's Keep who we are

having spent a fair share of time around wolfdogs, wintersbane knows that familiar scent that is wolf but is not; polar gaze only serves to reaffirm that her pelage, long and wispy was not a wolven in it’s nature. the second thing he notes, as his steps pause and he observes her in the distance between, is the poignant scent of blood. it rises even above the musky scent of damp, loamy earth.

wintersbane lets out a low chuff to announce his presence; all the while trying to remember if ironclan recruited a healer or if any of their numbers had knowledge. there had been one but he hasn’t seen the boy in some time and does not linger upon him as an option.

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