Gyrfalcon's Keep know that we will stay resilient

for @Ciervo !

Onyx glanced around the Keep. A few Gyrfalcons watched her closely, but none attacked... Yet. She sniffed along the ground, looking for the same thing as last time. Pretty feathers to decorate her underground den. She found a small black one, but by the scent it wasn't a gyrfalcon- just a crow that had flown over by or stopped for a rest and happened to shed a feather. Instead of carrying it in her mouth, she had woven in quickly into her tail fur, using her tail as a feather holder. the gleaming black feather blended in well with her glossy obsidian fur that was her namesake. Onyx admired the pretty dark feather in her fur for a moment with vivid blue optics. Oooo! She gasped at it's pretty shine. Slowly she continued to snuffle along the ground, looking for the pretty feathers for her den.