Redhawk Caldera March madness

He crouched in the mouth of the den, a sentinel one might think, guarding his family from the terrors beyond. But no, the boy was channeling his inner cat. The sort of asshole cat that hides beneath the furniture and swats your ankles, claws out, as you walk by. He was clever in a terrible way even at this age, and he knew that something or someone was bound to come by, and sure enough...

He chittered as he saw the gray wolf approaching, knowing entertainment was close at hand. No sooner had Elwood arrived and dropped the rabbit did the devil shoot forward from its lair. His aim was on the wolf, but he tumbled to a halt as he tried to stop himself, having spotted the other thing.

His fur was poofed out as he was momentarily spooked by the unexpected, but soon his "oh shit!" face turned into an impish "oh yeah?" and he marbled up to the rabbit, posturing aggressively before challenging it outright with a bite to its dead nose.