Gyrfalcon's Keep i've seen you fly on paper wings halfway across the world

god finn is so bad with children haha

Slowly the silver dipped man continued to zig-zag his way onto the mountain, keeping his tail hanging limply between his thighs in a relaxed manner. The growing squawks and chirps from the birds ringed in his ear, making him realize why there were no packs settled in the area; they were unbearable. But they might serve as a nice snack, or if they he managed to get his paws on the nests he might be able to treat himself to an egg --a rare delicacy for wolves.

Finn, however, was one with good taste. Though he lacked table manners and wasn't too picky, he appreciated good food. With the flavour of the egg's yolk teasing his tongue, he continued to climb, ducking his head abruptly when one of the birds swooped over him, with its talons stretched.

Well, it wouldn't be as easy.
After avoiding the birds attack, the man retreated a couple of steps. Just then a soft voice called out to him, he turned quickly, his eyes falling onto the boy's face. Finn, who had never been exceptionally good with younger wolves, flicked his tail in awkward greeting. He had been an only child, and he had grown up with kids older that himself, so the role of being the older one was strange to him. Only Atreyu, a boy he had met by the sea, was the exception; and still then things had been awkward, specially when Finn had begun to give flirting advice without being asked to.

Um, hi there, he barked, his lips curling into a smile