Redhawk Caldera wrong time to be thinking of you

He was bored. He scented wolves and made to investigate, concealing himself some distance away from a pair of them. He watched. Their encounter was brief, the darker of the two leaving almost in tears. He was not sure what the deal was and he did not care. In a split decision he decided to harass the male rather than going for the retreating female. He trailed behind him, downwind, keeping out of sight. Every now and then the male would glance away. After one such glance the Devil made his move, springing from cover and sprinting for the wolf. His jaws stretched open to grab a mouthful of tail-fur, intent spring away with his prize after.