Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

Peregrine patiently tailed the group of chasers, exchanging glances with his Beta, brother and son every so often. He also occasionally looked behind them to check on Elwood Jr and make sure the pack's youngest member wasn't about to get underfoot. If he ever caught the kid's eye, he tried shooting him a quick smile, though he sensed the pup was not happy with him. Maybe his mood would improve once they made a kill and filled their bellies.

Overhead, the night sky grew dimmer and dimmer as a shadow fell over the moon. It was not black but a deep, burnished red. It looked like blood or fire. Peregrine didn't spare it much thought, however, as the chasers had effectively singled out a lame cow toward the back of the herd and were already trying to separate her from the group.

"Get ready," the Alpha whispered to his fellow hunters, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before one of the four sent up the signal to close in for the kill.