Gyrfalcon's Keep bangerbells

No problem! Again, up to you what she does in response to Atreyu — run away, let him take it, fight, whatever! :D

He watched on with a humoured grin as the gyrfalcon turned to stare at the girl, its challenging stare seen even from where Atreyu was standing. Wisely, his pack mate backed down and heeded his suggestion, changing her direction to head up the slope where the other bird was feeding its young. It, too, was a relatively easy catch in Atreyu's mind. If he had his own way, he would have the girl try to snatch one out of the air but unfortunately, the falcons were circling high above them, none daring to soar too close to the two wolves.

The yearling followed the dark-furred girl upwards, pale eyes flicking from her, to the falcon, the path, and then back again. He paused and crouched when she made her move towards her prey, ears thrust forward as he observed with almost the same amount of concentration she had as she hunted. Silently, he wished the gyrfalcon to fly away; not to save itself, but so she would miss and the score would only be one of two and Atreyu could walk away with his dignity still partially intact. But the girl suddenly leapt and took the bird by surprise. Its loud screeches and the thudding of its wings were silenced with a sharp snap as she broke its neck and it fell limp within her jaws.

The boy stared in awe for a moment before his eyes flared with anger. As she made her way towards him with a confident call, Atreyu made to meet her, tail arched high over his back as he leapt upon the rocks. A prideful wolf, the yearling's bruised ego caused his temper to soar. Peeling back his fangs, he bristled as he came to a stop before the leggy girl. "You think you're so great?" he spat. "I'll show you a real challenge." The boy then pushed off from his perch atop a rock, aiming to snatch away the girl's prize, ready for a fight if she defended herself.