Redhawk Caldera fire in the hole

Lucca arrived with a chortle that earned him a glare from Fiadh, but it was only half-hearted; he and Tegan both could sense her nervousness, but where Tegan offered a nudge, Lucca's teasing prevailed, although it was well-meaning enough. He'd always been a giant sook even if he tried to hide it, so she knew he still cared. This was a matter of utmost importance, though; she admired her brothers' ability to remain calm and even confident, and she gave her head a light shake, collar rattling, as she tried to dispel her own worry.

It didn't work but hey, it was worth a short.

Eljay set the rules for the hunt, which only made Fiadh feel even queasier as she glanced over at Towhee and Raven, in particular—no help from the adults? What if they totally failed? It would be embarrassing. Pressing her lips together, the juvenile looked back to the herd as Eljay gave them their first command: pick a target. In true Tegan fashion, her palest brother gave absolutely zero indication of what deer they should go for, and Lucca shrugged, leaving Fiadh to pick it.

And since Fiadh was a Blackthorn, and Blackthorns were supposed to be badass, and she wanted to one-up the shit out of her la-dee-da-we're-not-nervous brothers, she levelled her gaze on the biggest and meanest looking deer—the resident buck, as it turned out—and said, "that one, duuh," with an unconvincing quaver to give away her nerves at the end.