Gyrfalcon's Keep bangerbells

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Wheeling and circling in the sky, the juvenile gyrfalcon leisurely made it's way back to it's nest which was no doubt huddled among the crags that littered the cliff. However, it was oblivious to the predator tracking it a ways below, pale eyes transfixed on the bird as it flew just above the treetops. It was quick, Atreyu had to give it that, but on land it was no match for the aspiring Gamekeeper. Perhaps he was taking on a little too hard of a challenge with his still amateur skills, but the boy was determined to prove his worth to Thistle and the rest of the Bay.

At a swift trot, Atreyu made his way up a sheltered pathway that led to the base of the mountain, unimposing in height but impressive all the same. He gave a cursory glance over to the view of the ocean that could be seen in amongst the trees, before looking up again and zeroing in on the falcon that had come to a rest on a rock that jutted out from the mountainside. He was still a few paces away, hidden among the shadows in the trees with the wind in his favour. Slowly, he lowered himself and studied the back of the bird that now preened itself, unaware of the pale-coated wolf silently stalking towards it.