Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

Macawi stared openly at the wolf before her, thinking very deeply about something. For a moment, there was silence between the two of them, and then she said, quietly, "This Wolf is the first of her race to ever be kind to Macawi. Coyote has eaten her share of eggs in her life. Has this one ever tasted an egg? Please. Take it. It is a gift of food in exchange for Wolf's kindness. Never has Macawi been so hopeful that Coyote and Wolf could get along together."

Slowly, she picked the egg up in her jaws, padded right up to the black wolf, and placed it gently between her paws. Then she backed up and sat upon her haunches. "Is this one part of a pack?" she asked the wolf. "Macawi has had no luck with pack wolves. They are all so territorial and quick to anger. But this one smells of nothing but herself and nature. That means she is not part of a pack, no?"

With a deep breath, the coy-wolf continued. "Perhaps… Perhaps Macawi and Cousin Wolf can form a pact. We will not harm one another, and, in return, we will hunt for each other, and watch each other's backs. Macawi knows she is being forward. Feel free to say no. But Macawi hopes you will not. She is tired of being alone, surrounded only by those who hate her. My grandparents were, as far as Macawi knows, genuinely in love. If that can happen, then perhaps a friendship between Macawi and this one can happen also?" She looked up at the wolf with openly pleading eyes, waiting eagerly for a response that she was half afraid of.