You wander off, away from the lake and into the barren wilderness of the tundra. Nothing grows here, absolutely nothing. It's just snow and frost, snow and frost, frost and snow. Quite monotonous, actually. You yawn and wonder whether the scenery would change. Something different, for once....
You hear a sudden heavy wingbeat, and the next moment a creature lands in front of you with a rush of wings. You blink -- is it actually a GRYPHON like you?!!!?! The newcomer blinks back, then smiles charmingly. "Actually, no. I'm Arctic Gyrfalcon, a hawk. Get it? I live in Kaskazi Tundra because of my name! I like the cold, unlike other hawks that I know of." She giggles, obviously proud of her unique status.
You squint at her, wondering what she really is. Is she a hawk, or an arctic gyrfalcon? What was the difference? Oh no, actually there's more difference than just the name. But then again, she looks like a gryphon, so what is she? A hawk, an arctic gyrfalcon, or a gryphon? You scratch your head, confused. The hawk -- wait no, arctic gyrfalcon -- confound it, the gryphon-creature -- smiles innocently and bats her eyelids. "No, I'm Arctic Gyrfalcon, a hawk. Hawk Arctic Gyrfalcon, pleased to meetcha!!" She giggles again, an annoying sound.
You are ever more confused -- but the gryphon-creature has already taken off, her coquettish annoying laughter floating back to you as she disappears. Leaving you standing, scratching your headfeathers, utterly flabbergasted. Well...
| Name | Arctic Gyrfalcon |
| Translation | Arctic Gyrfalcon |
| Age | Adult |
| Species | Hawk |
| Gender | Female |
| Sire | Wild |
| Dam | Wild |
| Mate | None |
| Offspring | None |
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