So I know nothing about falconry…I hope you realise. I did a bit of research, but not an extensive amount. Also it might be a bit farfetched (;) get it, fetch cause all the dogs in this fic?) but go with it?

Mukurowl – Hawk.

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Chrome is collecting wood for the camp when she heard a soft chirping. Now, while no-one but Mukuro knew –and Takeshi suspected –Chrome could actually make a large array of bird calls. She was also very good at sitting still and often got to spend some quiet time with birds all around her.

The sound she heard though, was not a normal bird. It was a baby.

She's quick to search around for a nest, but she doesn't see one. Chrome doesn't even see the mother or father bird circling.

But the girl is smart and knows that as soon as she touches the baby bird it's as good as dead.

Three days later the baby bird is still there, but it's screeching is quieted, and its chest heaves. The little thing is exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and probably cold. Chrome knows now that touching the bird or not, the baby chick is dead if she doesn't do anything.

So gently, so gently, she pulls it out of the leaves it had fallen into and clutches it to her chest. Her touch makes it scream even more, but she sooths it with gentle coos of her own. Chirping in whatever bird noise sounds closest.

It is too young to know what breed it is yet.

Not forgetting the wood she'd gone to collect again, Chrome sprints back to camp to try and get some advice from the others. Tsuna has the most knowledge of animals, and Ryohei is quite the medic. Though Chrome knows it's her twin that will have the most help for her.

What Chrome didn't expect was the cold reception her little friend got from a few of her group. It wasn't cruel, but they were worried that she'd be hurt if her find didn't survive.

"You know that it isn't a dog, right?" Hayato asks softly, making sure that Chrome had through this through.

"It's a bird of prey, but it's weak if it fell from its nest and couldn't fly." Kyouya was stoic as usual, gazing at the struggling little bird with sympathy. A bird with clipped wings. "It will not live, you can't save a weak predator."

Chrome takes on this hard look in her eye as she glares at Hayato and Kyouya. She knew, of course, that this little bird may very well not live long. It was without its mother, or its clutch, she couldn't teach it to fly or hunt either.

But Chrome wanted to try, she wanted to have this bird live because of her. She –and she could feel Mukuro's approval too –wanted to try.

Which is why she took the scrap of cotton from Tsuna, wrapped the chirping little bird loosely in it, and promptly stuck the bird in her shirt, close to her chest.

She had spoken to a bird owner once upon a time in their shop, and when the girds had been abandoned by their mother she had done the same. The warmest place was against your chest, and Chrome knew this.

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Chrome gets more bites and scratches than she thinks is possible as the hawk outgrows resting on her chest and starts to want to fly.

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Tsuna and Mukuro go and get a glove made when their leather work is lacking, and she begins to teach Mukurowl to fly.

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Its nerve wracking the first time that Chrome lets her hawk fly off of its tether. Usually she just lets loose the strong she'd crafted before bringing him home. But Chrome also knows that this is a wild bird, and she had no right to keep it so tight.

So she sits, and waits as the bird takes off. And he is absolutely stunning as he takes to the sky.

Twirling, and circling, Chrome is absolutely taken away by just how graceful her little bird is. Still, she hopes that all she has done for him will bring him home to her.

She whistles, and the bird swings down. With her arm held out Chrome strains at the sheer force of her Mukurowl's descent.

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The first time he brings her back a mouse, Chrome just about cries. It's small, probably just enough to feed Mukurowl for the evening, but it's the precious quarry of Chrome's dearest little bird.

He kisses his beak once he screeches in greeting, and strokes his head fondly.

He is still so small after all, a mouse is perfect for him. Chrome knows though, that soon enough he'll be dropping hares at her feet, and taking to the winds of countries they'd never seen before.