Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

Erika stared in surprise as Macawi pushed the egg towards her. It was a gift of her kindness. The heavily scarred wolf blinked in awe. A gift? She has not recieved such a thing ever since she was a yearling in her birth pack. Did the coyote...no, her name was Macawi, really like her that much? She watched Macawi as she padded forward and placed the egg in between her paws. Then, once she sat back on her haunches, she gave a proposition, a pact; if we do not harm each other, then we could hunt together and watch each others back. The black wolf sighed sadly. Once she showed the disfigured side of her face, this new friend would be gone in an instant. She knew it. It has happened before. It has happened so many times.

"Non, Macawi. I am not a part of a pack any longer. I was born a pack wolf, but I was taken away when I was 'alf way through mah first year. Zen..." She slowly turned the disfigured, maimed, scarred half of her face towards the coyote. "Zen zis 'appened. I 'ave not found any pack to join, nor 'ave I found any friends since..... I 'ope your are not scared of me, Macawi. I would gladly join you, if you'll accept me et mon moitié de visage de crâne."