Redhawk Caldera What's Up, Doc?

I'll make it work without gunking up your timeline too bad. ;)

Alvin shrank like a rebuked pup, the Alpha's words clearly weighing heavily on him. Peregrine bit back a snort, shrewd eyes narrowing. He was joking... sort of. Alvin really was a terrible hunter. But, then, he had dropped his own hunter title in order to become a caretaker, a mentor, and his goal was to teach others the trade. Alvin could be his pupil, although he needed to achieve a baseline before the swarthy wolf committed to teaching him.

"Look, I'm jerking your chain," Peregrine said after letting Alvin suffer a moment longer, "but if you can't hunt, you can't be part of this pack. Think about that. And practice. Lots. In fact..." An idea occurred to him and, without really thinking it over any, he said, "I'm gonna give you two weeks to catch fourteen rabbits. That's one a day. I want them delivered here," and Peregrine provided Alvin with some very specific directions on where he wanted them left.

"You can't do that? Then you might as well move along," were the Alpha's parting words before he abruptly left Alvin to chew that over and (hopefully, for both their sakes), land some actual kills.