Gyrfalcon's Keep bangerbells

The girl muttered something before getting to her paws, Atreyu following close behind as she set off with purpose in her stride. He did doubt her abilities, and thought her long legs and large frame was wasted potential. For all he knew she could be the pack's resident Gamekeeper, though it would take a hell of a lot of convincing to make him believe it. Convincing that, apparently, was about to take place.

He watched from the shadows with a narrowed gaze as his pack mate stalked forward, watching the birds. One seemed to catch her interest, it's form arched over some sort of meal. A few tense moments passed as it looked up and around just as the one Atreyu had been stalking before had done. He half hoped it would notice her and fly away. Or attack her. Whichever. He pursed his lips as it continued enjoying it's snack, oblivious to the dark wolf. Suddenly, she jumped out from her hiding spot and threw herself at the bird, quickly taking it down with ease. The boy pulled back his lips again in a snarl, irritated by her success. He replaced it with a tight-lipped frown, though, as he crept forward as the girl cracked one of the bird's wings.

"Beginner's luck," he grumbled with a huff. Turning his muzzle to the higher peaks of the mountain, Atreyu waved his tail as his mind whirred with ideas to make this more of challenge. He couldn't let a girl show him up as easy as this! "Let's go higher," he called, already beginning to trail up the pathway, expecting the girl to follow.