Redhawk Caldera March madness

As soon as Elwood exhaled, emitting his breathy, wordless greeting, a small figure rocketed out of the den. He looked down sharply, his gaze falling on the creamy figure of one of the boys. None of them had names yet, but this one would be easy to distinguish from his brothers; his coat was marked with a very particular pattern, his eyes masked by what could only be describe as a bandit's mask.

With all the uncoordinated grace of a young puppy, the boy lunged towards Elwood then suddenly feinted and changed course, having been distracted by the rabbit at the adult's feet. Elwood watched with amusement as the pup's little hackles bristled, then he charged forward to mouth the hare's snout aggressively. "Get it," the Beta encouraged, plopping onto his haunches to watch the battle between puppy and dead rabbit.