Gyrfalcon's Keep i've seen you fly on paper wings halfway across the world

The silver Plateu wolf slinked closer, feeling the boy do the same behind him. He would've turned to flash the kid a smile and remind him to be quiet but there was no time for it, time was their biggest ally and enemy in this situation. If they didn't get to the chick fast enough chances were that it would soon spot them and alert the others, or the mother herself could return.

The fluffly chick chattered softly, completely unaware of the pair of wolves crawling towards him. Then in an unexpected change of events, the bird lifted its small head, peering out of the nest but not in their direction. Finn thanked the sky for the chick's stupidity as he made a final stretch and launched himself on top of him.

The critter's death was fast; it only took one swift bite for the chick to go limp. In fact if was so quick that there was no time for its screams to leave its tiny lungs. Once he had made sure no birds had witnessed the murder he turned to face Gunnar, a muffled snicker slipping from between the small body clutched in his mouth.

This one's yours, he barked through the feathers, dropping the dead bird at the boy's feet. He would've liked to see the faces of the child's parents when he showed up with a baby gryfalcon in his jaws.