Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

Avoided had each and every nest been, the talons of the birds threatening enough for her to veer away from anything that might bring them down upon her flesh. She could not fear them, but she could respect their being there, and so never had she allowed for herself to disturb their homes—individual homes, that is, for already had she felt as if she'd bothered them as a whole simply by stepping upon the mountain. But, she'd lingered not on such thoughts, deciding that the area was large enough for her to pass through it, rather than rounding it on account of a species that was not her own. The birds would have to accept her being there whether her presence was appreciated or not, for not yet could she leave. There were more ridges to cross before the forest that she'd spotted became reachable, leaving her with no other choice, really.

Asterr continued, skeptical at times of the birds, but not so much so that she'd been made willing to go elsewhere. It seemed almost as if they were watching her at times, but there came only one moment in which their stares had been enough to send a shiver down her spine. The fur covering her dorsal had been felt raising, eyes scanning the surrounding areas briefly in search of the reasoning for it. When she'd not found anything of immediate concern—perhaps she just hadn't looked well enough, or maybe she'd wanted to remain alone so badly that she'd simply avoided the male's direction altogether—the girl had attempted to flatten her coat back out, but to no avail. She was, in the end, left to continue forward just like that, the feeling never dying down.