Gyrfalcon's Keep bangerbells

Onyx had come to Gyrfalcon's Keep again looking for feathers to decorate her den underground. She was slowly making her way up the hunk of stone, when a pale figure caught her eye. It was a canine. Onyx headed quickly in it's direction up the mountain. After a moment it lowered, and seemed to be focusing on something ahead. Her icy optics turned ahead to the focal point- a gyrfalcon. He was hunting. Ohhhh. She mumbled to herself when she realized. This was her chance to hunt as well. Ragnar had said to work on her trades, and Gamekeeper was first on her list. She was a few yards away from him, and pulled her form to the ground as he had. She wanted to get his attention so her presence wouldn't surprise or scare him if he turned around and she was suddenly there. But she didn't want to disturb his hunting either, or scare off the prey, so she stayed quiet.