Gyrfalcon's Keep Would you just come home

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

The shout echoed off the nearby mountains, but even so, was quickly drowned out by the keening screams of dozens upon dozens of gyrfalcons. If the birds heard it, they didn't heed it, leaving a highly annoyed Wylla to press her ears flat against her skull in an effort to deafen herself. It didn't work. In a huff, the mottled she-wolf turned away from the squat mountain and began picking her way back down into the scrubland immediately surrounding the shoreline.

She didn't make it far—down a few steep dips in the mountain—before a wet sensation between her shoulder blades brought her attention back around to the birds. A scowl darkened her entire face as she slowly turned around and screamed, "HOW DARE," at the flock of heinous vermin, and then tried to shake the bird poop from her back, but it was no use.