Gyrfalcon's Keep Kindle my heart

Viinturuth had been a part of Neverwinter Forest only a few days, yet he felt stronger than he had in weeks. With his duties on the borders complete for one day, he took the opportunity to better explore the nearby unclaimed territories. He'd traveled the Teekon Wilds on his arrival but his only interest then was to find a suitable place to live, and thus had not bothered to take in the scenery.

A quick howl to his comrades announced his departure with the promise of return later in the evening and he set off North, skirting around the Silvertip Mountain and entering the woodland on the opposite side. Viinturuth then veered right, making his way onto higher ground.

He took his time, sauntering and checking out what the area had to offer. Everything here was so different to the rugged deserts of his birthplace, and although Viin found that he missed the heat of the South, he was slowly beginning to appreciate the Northern climate. Pausing at a nearby stream to quench his thirst, the silver-tipped Frostfur drank deeply and prepared to settle for a short rest.

His haunches did not even reach the ground before a familiar shriek had him standing on edge. Puma had been a common issue back in Susa, where they would trespass regularly when prey was scarce, and try to steal from Samarkand territory. Viinturuth, as a guard, had been one of the best when it came to sending those vile creatures packing... but never on his own.

Viin did not know why it sounded so enraged, but the last thing he needed was for it to pick up his scent and follow him back to Neverwinter Forest. Boldly, with his tail arched and hackles prickling, he hurried higher up the Keep and found the golden cat as it stalked closer to its intended victim, which just so happened to be a cornered young wolf. Immediately, without stopping to think, the raven Frostfur barked loudly in attempt to attract the angry feline's attention away from the cowering wolfess and onto him to give her a better opportunity to escape.