Redhawk Caldera Call the police

Maybe a @Birk or a @Gannet? :D

Phox was feeling feisty (pheisty?) when twilight set in. There was a very interesting scent in the air, which Raven had explained was something he was not allowed to hunt. "Deer," she had said, "are too big for you." He groaned and complained, so sure that he would do just fine hunting them all by himself. How big could they really be, huh?

Slipping away from those pesky adults, he followed the scent anyway. "I'll just have a look," he thought to himself, but deep down he knew that just looking wasn't going to be enough. He had taken after his father more than he would ever know. Peregrine had been a hunter through-and-through, and his dark son had taken to it easily. "I'll be just like Dad," he told himself. His father was awesome, right? That's what Raven and Finley had said, right?