Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

*late to the party*

Fox never had a problem with Peregrine figuring out where everybody would best be utilized. She was a natural chaser, feeling much more comfortable on the ground rather than attempting to go for the much larger animal's skin, muscle, hooves, and other bits. She just wasn't cut out for that kind of work. Running had always been, and probably always would be, her area of expertise.

There was talk of the changing moon, but Fox paid it no mind. Her focus was the hunt, the kill, the food. Wildfire and Raven were seeking out some of the weaker looking prey, and Fox's eyes flitted to each one they spoke of. "Good catch, Raven," Fox praised, giving her darker daughter a solid smile. "Dhole and Raven, you stay close to me, okay? If you feel you’re in any danger, back off."

That said, Fox motioned to her group as a whole to give chase. They would need to keep the cow separate from the rest of the herd and drive her away so that the others could take her down. It was a solid plan, provided everything went smoothly.