Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

When the man sat Granite felt it was safe to continue eating. He began to gnaw erratically on the delicious bones once more, even if his adult teeth were only par-grown. However, his beady gaze never left the red mountain giant.

Then, a question. Where was home? Granite knew the name, but not the location. However, he felt two things: First, he did not want to lead this dangerous wolf back to his family. Secondly, and more importantly, he did not want to get in trouble with his parents for wandering off and getting lost.

“On…” chomp, “my own,” chomp. He lied, growling between mouthfuls of food like a stray kitten.