Onyx had come to Gyrfalcon's Keep again looking for feathers to decorate her den underground. She was slowly making her way up the hunk of stone, when a pale figure caught her eye. It was a canine. Onyx headed quickly in it's direction up the mountain. After a moment it lowered, and seemed to be focusing on something ahead. Her icy optics turned ahead to the focal point- a gyrfalcon. He was hunting. Ohhhh. She mumbled to herself when she realized. This was her chance to hunt as well. Ragnar had said to work on her trades, and Gamekeeper was first on her list. She was a few yards away from him, and pulled her form to the ground as he had. She wanted to get his attention so her presence wouldn't surprise or scare him if he turned around and she was suddenly there. But she didn't want to disturb his hunting either, or scare off the prey, so she stayed quiet.

Onyx watched as he tried to get the gyrfalcon. She gasped quietly as it managed to get away. Then he turned to her, and blamed her. Immediatley her ears flattened against her skull, her tail down, and her blue eyes scared. Despite the Bay scent on him she was no less afraid of the boy. I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to! I didn't know I had.. She whimpered quietly, wanting to run away. But that would be rude. And according to him, it was her fault, so she owed him back, right? Just what he'd said convinced her that she was the reason he'd missed, because of course others were always correct, correct? That's what Onyx thought, anyway. She awaited whatever punishment she would be sentenced to by the young hunter man.

She shrunk even more under his gaze, his fangs, his grin, his risen hackles. Onyx trembled with fear at him. Despite being around the Bay for way longer, she seemed to be submitting. How would she pay him back for making the bird fly off? Uh... I'm going to... Catch two gyrfalcons... And you can say you caught them both... She mumbled, her quiet voice practically a whisper. Willing to do this so he wouldn't be so mad. The last thing she wanted was someone mad at her. It felt terribly scary.

Onyx's pretty diamond eyes widened. He doubted her skills! She tried to bend her kindness to hate, but she couldn't. She was too nice to dislike one, of her own pack. I will try.. She murmured, her blue eyes glancing back at him, before she began off. Whether or not he followed to watch was not of her concern. Her huge black paws carried her along the stone. The young girl's icy eyes scanned the cliffs, looking for gyrfalcons. A nest with eggs almost always promised a gyrfalcon soon to come back to check on their children-to-be. But Onyx wasn't sure if she should wait that long. Instead she looked for the birds themselves. Her blue eyes flashed to where they had been seconds before- there! Hunched over some unfortunate rodent, a gyrfalcon sat pecking at it's fresh meal. Onyx crouched, hiding among the stone peaks, waiting to get closer. She crept closer... And closer... But it was not yet time to pounce. The gyrfalcon was scanning the sky to make sure no other avians were trying to take it's lunch. It turned a wary eye back upon what she could now see was a mouse or rat or something, a bite or two taken out of it. Good. It's attention was no longer alert for others. Luckily she was downwind, she just hoped the winds wouldn't shift. She had to make her move quick. Onyx took a mighty leap, her very long legs sending her through the air towards the bird. For about a second she felt wind rush through her obsidian fur, before with a crack her huge paws landed on the falcon. Too late, it struggled, but she quickly bent and nipped it's neck. Just for good measure, she tugged hard and cracked another bone, something in the wing. Good, that was one.

Onyx's diamond eyes lit with joy at his surprise and frusturation at her catch. See, she was a great hunter, and she would prove that to him today. When he said beginner, she narrowed her eyes. Beginner? I've had more experience than you! She said, trying to be bold, but the words coming out in a quiet mumble. She followed him up, her white toes making contact with the stone of the Keep. Getting closer to the peak. She glanced around as she moved up. The gyrfalcon population seemed a bit less common the higher they got. Onyx knew she might have more difficulty, not to mention fear of falling which could distract her from her task. A dark nose sniffed the air twice, finding the scent of gyrfalcon floating around but none too close. Leaving his side, she found her way up the rocks. Diamond eyes scanned the rocks again, searching for any unfortunate prey. Some were in crags and nests too high or in places too dangerous to reach. A few were in areas a bit safer. She spotted a particular one sitting in a nest, probably on eggs, sharp eyes focused on something to its right, though still listening closely for predators. Onyx began to creep closer, closer....

When he said not to make it too easy on herself, she growled in frustration. There was never a rule it had to be difficult! Her growl and his statement made the gyrfalcon she was looking at anyway turn and stare her down, challenging her to come at it. She figured why not the one he'd suggested anyway, so she began up higher on the slope. Soon she was near the crag where it sat, tending to its young, while she was having a little balancing trouble. She would feel bad killing a parent and half-orphaning their children, but she would proceed. She was a hunter. She crept towards it, trying to hide herself from it behind rocks. When she felt close enough, she leapt. It must have heard her, because it's head swung around to look at her and then lift upward in quick time. But Onyx wouldn't let it fly off. She leapt up, biting at it's legs and pulling it towards the ground. It thrashed wildly, but she slammed it to the ground and snapped its neck with her bite. She picked it up in her jaws, hopping down the rocks towards him. Ha! I can too! She said in a victorious way, proud of her catches and her ability to catch them.

As he tried to snatch her prey, she whined and bit into it harder, securing it in her jaws. Hey! This is mine, fair 'n' square! I proved you wrong, so deal with it! She growled. She was being a terrible person, she told herself. She then reminded herself that he was the real jerk here. Trying to take her prey, blaming his misses on her, doubting her hunting skills. But any more mean words from him at this point would probably set her into tears. The next time he tried to take her prey, she probably wouldn't put up any fight. She was sick of this younger teen's idiotic behavior and just wanted to leave him and head back to the Bay.