Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

OOC: Thank you! :D By the way, have you played any of the Elder Scrolls games? Macawi's speech pattern reminds me of a race in that universe called the Khajiit.

IC: She tensed when she saw Macawi's reaction and she was about to run away like she had many times. But, instead, the coyote simply studied the wound and threatened to 'eat them alive'. Erika chuckled a bit at the threat. "My name iz Erika. Erika de Les Fantômes is my full title. Les Fantômes being my birth pack. It means 'Ze Phantoms'." She laid down, cradling the egg in her paws, studying it for a bit.

"Create our own pack? Non. I am not ze leadership type. Per'aps we could join one, eh? If, 'owever, a pack would let you in. But do not fret, mon ami! I will find a way." She flipped the egg onto one of its ends, waiting a bit to make sure its contents found its way to the bottom. Then, she cracked the top off, placing it nearby her. Her light pink tongue lapped the yolk of the gyrfalcon egg.

"You wish to know about me?" She said as she ate. Well...I was born in L'Meute de Les Fantômes, which was in a territory called La Vérendrye. Zere were a few other packs in La Vérendrye, but none of zem ever fought or challenged my pack. Mon père, Erik was a 'ealer, et mon mère, Christine was a naturalist. I 'ave 3 siblings, all boys: Raoul, Armand, et Philippe." Naming her family brought back bittersweet memories....playing with her brothers by the river as her father and mother laughed. She shook her head to rid herself of the sombering thoughts, as if they were flies buzzing around her head. That life was behind her.

"Anyway....I was training to become a naturalist like mon mère. I took a walk one day when I was a yearling, and I was captured...by a 'uman. Do you know what a 'uman is, Macawi?"