Redhawk Caldera a fatal failure

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She had heard the howl from afar. Tiger, in a panic, moved headlong into a sprint to meet him. She had been too far to ever be of any use from the get go, but close enough to find him breathing. "Shit, shit," and she threw her head up and called loudly for a leader: Urgent, you're needed, now. Tiger knew she should just kill him. He was a dead man. Right now he might feel no pain, due to the adrenaline, but she did not care.

"If you want me to kill you now," she breathes to him, the one male here who she had ever been intimate, the one male who she would never in a billion years want to see like this, "I... say yes? Can you talk?" Fuck, she'd never seen anything like this before. Her stomach twisted. She needed direction, she needed a leader.