Redhawk Caldera a fatal failure

He wasn't sure how long he sat with Tiger, next to Jaws' prone corpse, but it didn't matter. His agenda had cleared the moment he knew Jaws was in distress. Only when his sister-in-law stood and prepared herself to go did he move, standing and stretching his muscles before tackling the task at hand. He waited until Tiger was out of sight -- which took a few minutes, since she kept looking back over her shoulder -- and then he grasped Jaws by the scruff and began to pull him.

It was a laborious task, and it took plenty of time, but he eventually managed to drag the body to a small thicket. The underbrush grew densely here, and he knew the earth was soft. Digging was a chore, but he thought of other things to pass the minutes. Only once he was satisfied with Jaws' burial -- and that scavengers wouldn't easily be able to pick at his bones -- did he turn away and lift his muzzle to the sky.

He then howled the news, informing the caldera of their packmate's death. Sorrow settled heavily over him like a blanket, and he retired to his den to talk with Finley and sleep away the events of that day.