Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

When her gaze dropped from the enormous red moon, Wildfire's eyes settled on her brother. For an instant, she thought the red splashed on his fur was a trick of the strange light. But then she saw the twitching elk at his feet and a decidedly predatory grin began to spread across her face. She began to walk, then run, her heart beating proudly in her chest. It was their very first hunt and it had been a total success!

"Way to go, NJ," Wildfire said breathlessly when she arrived at the kill site, surveying the freshly dead elk from up close before exchanging a glance with him. Her attention shifted to the rest of the pack momentarily as Peregrine guided them closer to the supper table. The youth took a deferential step back away from the carcass. The Firebirds might have taken point yet this was the pack's kill and as its king and queen, her parents would be the first to eat.

Wildfire waited her turn, then dove in alongside Raven. Was it just her or did the meat taste more tender, the blood richer than ever before? Perhaps it was just simply the victory that tasted so sweet. Soon her rusty pelt became a deeper shade of red and the charcoal smudge on the bridge of her snout disappeared entirely as the young she-wolf feasted, bathing in blood, glory and the red glow of the super moon.