Gyrfalcon's Keep Among the Gyrs

It was a beautiful early morning, the air was clear and she could hear the sound of gyrfalcons in the near distance. Gyrfalcons were her namesake chosen by her parents when she was born. Her coat was almost the same color as a Gyr in its grey plumage and Greyfalcon herself was often given the nickname Gyr. 

She stood silently listening to their songs and cries, to her these were as wonderful as a lullaby. Where she was born, in the Canadian wilderness, she would often hear their cries in the morning and these were her wake up calls. 

She looked ahead of her at the line of trees and the path leading to Gyrfalcons Keep. She let out a gentle howl signifying her presence, and hoping someone would be willing to take her in. “Maybe today, just maybe it will be my lucky day… maybe I’ll finally have a home at last.” She thought to herself and sat down at the border.