Redhawk Caldera WE GOT GAME

Peregrine soon collected Dove, then asked Magpie and Raven to follow him back to the caldera to wash her wound and find somewhere for her to rest. Wildfire almost went after them, though her attention turned back to the fresh kill. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Slowly, she spun on her heel and trotted closer to the carcass, sniffing along the ground and approaching cautiously. She waited her turn, then fed much more ravenously than one might expect for such a petite wolf.

Licking her chops, Wildfire backed off the from the kill when she couldn't stuff any more meat down her gullet. Belly noticeably distended, she once again thought of following her father's footsteps to check on Dove's condition. But then the adults might need her help dragging the leftovers back home. There wouldn't be much, so she could definitely pitch in and carry something.

Actually, Wildfire went ahead and tugged a leg free, then balanced it in her muzzle and began to clumsily shuffle toward the mount. She originally intended it for Peregrine, then she realized it would be better if it went to Dove. Well, she would let them decide. The fiery youngster soon disappeared in that direction, leaving blood droplets in her wake but somehow managing not to tip over despite her top-heavy cargo.