Gift #5
Your new little she-wolf was quite the handful. If some wolf's eyes were not on her at all times, she was getting into trouble. One morning, it was oddly peaceful. You looked around for the pup, asking anyone if they had seen her. No one had. You groan. This was not going to end well. You heard the screech of a falcon, heading towards your den territory. The pup exploded form the edge of the woods, her face full of feathers. You noticed a large Gryfalcon landing in the tree at the edge of the clearing, half it's tail feathers missing. You began to wonder...but you decided it would be better not to even know.
Shortbread brings you: 5 Gryfalcon feathers!
