Gyrfalcon's Keep And giving up

She watched for signs of movement, but saw nothing concerning. Sitting as still as she was, nothing seemed to notice her, either. Dark and earthen, she might as well have been a statue. 

A herd of deer came forth to range and graze at the base of the mountain, drawing almost dangerously near- as if to tempt her from her post. She said nothing, and didn't move. Eventually, they moved away, off into the forest. A fox traipsed through, and it did pause to gaze in her direction, before it carried on. She embraced the life that lived in this hilly area, and they seemed to embrace her too. 

Asvoria emerged; Thyra would remain on her post until dismissed. 

She smiled quietly at the name, and at the notion of staying in one place. "So it shall be!" She said. It would be easier for their mother to find them, if they remained in this place. If Thyra could find Asvoria, then surely Solveig could find the both of them. 

"What can I do, now, to begin?" She said, eager to get moving after being a sentry.