Redhawk Caldera fire in the hole

She didn't want to admit it to anyone, but Fiadh had nerves. Not just the little butterflies that popped in your belly when you were a bit apprehensive, but the big heaving tsunami waves that smashed into your heart and made you feel like vomiting and passing out. She'd hunted small things plenty of times without feeling so unsure, but the idea of hunting something large while most of the pack looked on was frankly terrifying. She didn't even know if she was ready for that kind of pressure. Wild though she and her litter mates may be on the outside, internally, Fiadh was screaming.

So she dragged her feet as she heeded Eljay's summoning call, taking the extra time to talk herself down in her head. You're going to be just fine, she repeated, you're a superstar, you got this. By the time she arrived at the meeting area—and after Tegan, wow, that was bad—she had quelled the trembling of her form and the quaking in her knees, but she gulped and her stomach plummeted when she caught sight of their prey: deer. To save herself from stuttering and giving herself away, Fiadh didn't say anything, but unsteadily signed ready instead.