Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

Despite Osprey's attempt to put distance between herself and Thistle, her foster mother pursued her, putting herself in the way of danger. The youth looked to the she-wolf a bit desperately when the gyrfalcon became relentless in its dive bombs. She nodded, then made to follow Thistle's instructions to make a break for the bay even as the older woman snapped her teeth at the fearsome bird.

Junior didn't get far, though, before a second bird joined the first. She saw a flash of black and white and felt something slice into her brow. Warm blood poured into her eyes, causing her to freeze in her tracks and swipe a paw over her face. Feeling wings and talons beating at her back, the blinded pup grunted loudly and sprang toward the keep again, squeezing herself into a small crevice.

"Thistle!" she cried, beckoning her foster mother. She not only needed Thistle's help, she wanted her mother figure to get away from the gyrfalcons too. "They're crazy!" the youngster gasped, blinking blood from her mismatched eyes. "Why did my family name me after one?!" she demanded incredulously, deciding then and there to drop the Osprey from her name and go simply by Junior forevermore.