Gyrfalcon's Keep My eyes are made of acid

For @Farren

Life has been quiet for Ariadne as of recent. It is a strange feeling, once that causes uncertainty to boil in their chest.

They wander through the trees of a mountains base, nose twitching at the new scents of the area. It has been some time since they came this way, and it seemed that wolves had begun to settle nearby.

It is best to be careful, they decide. Nothing good has ever come from them acting recklessly.