Redhawk Caldera Don't tell me I'm fine

A dull crack announced the coyote's death. Wildfire plopped onto her haunches, panting from the exertion. "Good job," she said between breaths, offering him a grin. Their teamwork had paid off and they had eliminated a real threat. Their parents would be thrilled, she thought. At least two of their three children were bona fide natural-born killers.

"That was scary!" Wildfire looked up to see Raven trotting closer. "Is it dead?" she questioned tentatively, sliding past the bloody scene and settling beside her sister, yellow eyes fastened upon Nightjar and his kill. "Scary," she repeated, "but also pretty badass." She smirked faintly.

"Let's go show mom and dad. Think you can drag it back by yourself, NJ? I don't mind if you take most of the credit. You made the kill, after all," Wildfire said. Having finally caught her breath, she rose onto all fours again, bumping companionably against both siblings. "If you need help, let us know," she said to her brother before beginning to trot toward home with her siblings (and Nightjar's bloody prize) in tow.