Gyrfalcon's Keep Spirit walker

Dreven moved through the keep with precision and grace. It had taken him sometime to get used to the wind on the cliffs and the way it was a sheer drop if you weren't careful, but he had learned.

Today he moved about red eyes taking in the birds that now nested, but had learned to trust his presence. He didn't hunt them lucky for them. He wondered if the old would fly down to die? Sometimes they'd done that, other animals at least.

Today he wasn't alone among the cliffs. A witchy woman stood there observant. Thinner than most, but pretty all the same.