Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

"Follow me, Cousin Wolf! Macawi will share half of this egg with you if we escape unharmed!" The coyote yelped, muffled by the egg in her mouth as she sped past Erika. The black wolf opened her mouth, about to say something in return when a gyrfalcon's claw clipped her ear. Yelping in surprise, Erika ran after the coyote in sudden fear*.

Erika closed the distance between her and the coyote, who called herself Macawi running alongside it, if not a little ahead of the scavenger. She positioned herself on the left side of Macawi, so she did not suddenly trip in fear of the disfigurement on the right side of her face. As the two kept running, she started berating herself in her mind.

Erika que faites-vous la suite de cette coyote! Une bête stupide misérable! S'enfuir dans les ombres et sortir d'ici. Vous n'avez aucune écoute d'affaires à ses promesses d'un moitié un oeuf. She hissed at herself internally. An egg is not a carcass of meat, nor is a coyote a good friend to have, nasty vultures without wings. And yet...this was the most exciting thing she has done in a long time. Mieux profiter du plaisir pendant que ça dure... Perhaps she could just steal the egg from the coyote once they were out of danger...


*OOC: It rhymes!