Gyrfalcon's Keep revel in this

this place was so far on the bottom of his list for places seen.

1/10 would not recommend or come again.

the birds here were worse than seagulls and he had quickly learned how mean they were. it was not his fault they made homes all over the place! how could he keep track of them all?!

and the fact was that he could not. especially as one once again seemed to think that he had come to close to whatever little roost was their own. he hadn't even found any eggs! what the hell were they so upset about?

the answer hardly mattered as one swooped down towards his face.

and quennell, with every ounce of horror for it, screamed.

he was on his way even before the screech, loping on long legs trough the sparse woodland, to greet a youth seemingly undergoing a harassment campaign orchestrated by the whole avian populace of the mountain.

his pace quickened when the child showed distress, and the komondor barked, as to scare away the assailing bird.

the bird was gone.

but in its place was what quennell could only deem to be a sea monster. it made no other sense what the beast on the rocks was.

so once more he screamed, this time right at the man who had most certainly saved his eyes.

slavuj's knowledge of child wrangling was about as all-encompassing as his knowledge of herding, and he'd never as much as seen a sheep.

so he stood very still as the child screamed at him.

when it was done, he blinked ( not that it could be seen ).

"...yeau done?"

YOU BE SPEAKIN'?!

his voice still remained very loud, scaring off another bird assault.

although the birds had nothing on this terrifying beast before him. made of pale sea kelp and smelling much like it too.

so he made to dash, down the rocks towards the coast. perhaps it was time to head home.