Redhawk Caldera white knuckles

Zicorro could see the confused expression on his face. Oh no. She did it again. Whenever she gets happy, she can get a little bit too happy. She instantly laid back her ears, and focused on the ground. But then she hard a distinct moaning of a dying deer. She turned in the direction of which the sound was coming from, her shame instantly forgotten. There. The brown body of a buck was slumped by a bush, shaking and moving. She knew there was a deer near by. The deer appeared to have its leg stuck in a crevice. Look. she gestured to the buck. Come on, this will be an easy kill. She looked at the wolf, waiting for a response.