Gyrfalcon's Keep for the lives we've betrayed

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She had traveled far just to turn back and slowly make her way closer to Silvertip Mountain. It didn't feel right to be too far for too long - the last thing she wanted was to be questioned as to why she left without any word, to be charged or on trial as some kind of deserter when in fact she simply just didn't want to worry the members about her health and go off to take care of herself, by herself. With coming across new faces, many large prey that fell to the strength of a pack that had sweated the lands before her arrival - and left enough food for her to pick at due to their shrunken stomach not having enough room to pick the bones clean. She had filled out just a little during her travels. 

Although her hips and spine were still somewhat visible, they weren't as prominent as when she first left on her travels. She had found energy once again, and was beginning to catch her own prey once more. Granted she could have stayed at Silvertip and feast on their kills - but the last thing the pride filled woman wanted was to continue being seen as frail and on the brink of death by her fellow Mountaineers. To be taken care of and not able to fulfill any duties. 

Staying close to the borders, she ventured to where she had yet to visit. A place with raptors claiming the skies, their aerial displays were magnificent as they dove and caught prey in mid air. Taken in by the sight, she was struck by awe and sat for a moment to watch the birds do their thing - only to be taken out from the show by the smell of blood wafting in the air near by. 

Curious, she wondered if it was one of her pack mates who was enjoying the day as she, perhaps it would be a good idea to go say hello.

As she neared, a bounce in her step as tiny toes barely graced the ground long enough to touch, she approached a white-ish bellow with a bird in his grasp. She was impressed with his catch to see how quickly these birds flew, he must be quite quick himself. Her pace slowed as she remembered the only white ones of Silvertip were Niita and Reiko herself, a gold-ish white one was known as Phocion but Reiko only saw him and never spoke, but this wasn't him neither. She approached with caution to this stranger.

Hello! She called out, not wanting to take him by surprise, she made sure her presence was known as soon as possible. The smell in the air indicated he wasn't just not from Silvertip, but from some other pack she didn't know of. hoping he was friendly, she waited for a response at a comfortable distance, tail only slightly moving with a slow steady beat behind her.