Gyrfalcon's Keep This world falls on me

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It was the first time that Charon left Stavanger Bay since his scuffles in the great outdoors, but curiosity called him and he couldn't resist it. The young Ostrega adolescent had gone to Gyrfalcon Keep, where he'd met up with Ragnar; it felt relatively safe here, knowing it was close to Stavanger Bay. Even though it was unlikely, Charon felt that if something happened here, a member of the Bay would always be near enough to help him on his feet again. He couldn't be stuck in the pack's territories forever, anyway.

Charon was just following an uneven slope downwards while he stared out in the ocean's direction, lost in thought. Because he wasn't paying attention, Charon's feet slipped and he tripped on his face. He yelped a high-pitched cry of surprise and started to roll down the slope he was on. Another yelp followed when Charon was hit in the side by one of the many trees that littered Gyrfalcon Keep's mountainside and he crashed to an abrupt halt. Charon blinked his eyes and saw another wolf nearby, going up the mountainside; he could only hope the other wolf hadn't noticed him yet to spare some horrible embarrassment.