Gyrfalcon's Keep Like The Ocean's Tide

Large blunt claws and tightly wound body. Skirted and shifted through the lands he now called home. Red eyes darted from shadow to shadow, as his breath came out foggy in the late evening air. Spring was coming, but it wasn't quite here. A low rumble deep in his chest as he moved, nothing threatening, just a noise to break the silence.

He left fur on trees and claw marks in the dirt. He lifted leg to stones and left water at caverns. IT was a bigger place than he had realized and though he hated the bloody loud birds, he was growing used to them. After just a few days all their noises were already fading. He would need to remember not to forget they were there though, for that would be the day they'd attack. He briefly thought of any children. Would they be safe up here?

Then he shook scarred head, tattered ears moving to and fro. That didn't bear thinking on.