Gyrfalcon's Keep bangerbells

Onyx's pretty diamond eyes widened. He doubted her skills! She tried to bend her kindness to hate, but she couldn't. She was too nice to dislike one, of her own pack. I will try.. She murmured, her blue eyes glancing back at him, before she began off. Whether or not he followed to watch was not of her concern. Her huge black paws carried her along the stone. The young girl's icy eyes scanned the cliffs, looking for gyrfalcons. A nest with eggs almost always promised a gyrfalcon soon to come back to check on their children-to-be. But Onyx wasn't sure if she should wait that long. Instead she looked for the birds themselves. Her blue eyes flashed to where they had been seconds before- there! Hunched over some unfortunate rodent, a gyrfalcon sat pecking at it's fresh meal. Onyx crouched, hiding among the stone peaks, waiting to get closer. She crept closer... And closer... But it was not yet time to pounce. The gyrfalcon was scanning the sky to make sure no other avians were trying to take it's lunch. It turned a wary eye back upon what she could now see was a mouse or rat or something, a bite or two taken out of it. Good. It's attention was no longer alert for others. Luckily she was downwind, she just hoped the winds wouldn't shift. She had to make her move quick. Onyx took a mighty leap, her very long legs sending her through the air towards the bird. For about a second she felt wind rush through her obsidian fur, before with a crack her huge paws landed on the falcon. Too late, it struggled, but she quickly bent and nipped it's neck. Just for good measure, she tugged hard and cracked another bone, something in the wing. Good, that was one.