Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

These 'Teekon Wilds', as they were called by the locals, had promise. There were 5 packs in the area, but there was still open land for lone wolves such as her to roam. Food was plenty, especially now as spring painted the fields with colorful flowers and drenched the trees with green leaves. Best of all, there was no human interference whatsoever.

Erika skirted the foot of the mountain, swivelling her head to get a good look at her surroundings. The mountain was not as tall as the others she had seen in the area, but was a source of creeks and home to dense forests. Several hares bounded about, letting the she-wolf know she could find a good meal if she searched for it. Overall, it looked like a peaceful place to live...if not for l'gerfauts she saw circling the peak. Her previous experiences with said falcons were....sanglant to say the least. She made it her priority to make it seem like she was ignoring the gyrfalcons, since they divebombed anyone who even looked at their nests. She did not want to risk another annoying and painful attack. And if she killed one then they all came after her.

It was then that she saw a coyote running from the gyrfalcon's nests, an egg clamped in its jaws. She gave an audible scoff and rolled her eyes, knowing that the coyote would not run for long before an entire horde of falcons would come flying after it. Erika knew that from experience; the tears in her right ear was a testiment to that. The coyote, like most of its kind, was stupid enough to steal from such dangerous birds. Erika put her head down and kept walking, hoping to avoid the gyrfalcons' gaze. Unfortunately she looked back up at the coyote, and suddenly realized that the coyote was running at breakneck speed towards her.

"Sacrebleu!" She hissed as she jumped back, narrowly avoiding the egg-thief. "Watch where you are going, vous piégeur sale!" She snapped at the coyote's tail for good measure. Behind her, a screech, most likely coming from the mother of the stolen egg, was echoed by its mate, and then its neighbours, and a horde of gyrfalcons rose into the air and flew in the coyote's direction.

Which was also her direction.

"Merde."