Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

Thistle got into a patter snap jump snap jump and she slowly worked her way towards the bay, hoping that Junior was further ahead. The gyrfalcon was to it’s family she could hear them answering it and she got desperate in her attempt to maim or injury them. She wanted her foster daughter away far far away from them.

Thistle turned her head when Junior called for her and her heart stuttered in her chest and she growled deeper than she ever had before. With a leap she snapped at the one that had left the mark snarling My daughter mine! And she snapped harder, junior was not really her daughter, but my foster daughter was too much of a mouthful at the moment and she fought harder.

Though Thistle was fighting she couldn’t help the choked laugh that escaped her at Junior’s words as she slowly pushed the girl to keep moving, her own head red and sticky with blood and her shoulder blades drip drip dripping in scarlet. Run Junior as fast as you can just go I’ll be right behind. Go Now. And then she shoved at her foster daughter begging her to move, she was indeed right behind her.