Gyrfalcon's Keep Flying High

@Finley

Gunnar found himself standing near the peak of Gyrfalcon's Keep overlooking the coast below. The birds were mostly tucked down for winter, though a few still flew around. He was far enough away that they didn't bother him. He briefly though of his meeting with the male Finn and smiled. He had liked him, and he had taught him a lot. His sister was gone again, her scent leaving the bay. It made him strangely off kilter. It didn't bother him as much as he was certain it would bother his father and mother, but truthfully they had never been close. None of them, they had all been a drift in a sea of familial relations but not friendliness.

Sure they were blood, but they weren't friendly. As a matter of fact, he could honestly not tell anyone anything about them. He shifted and wagged his tail gently, watching the world around him. It was beautiful here.