Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

If he could have even found a mouse or mole or something along those lines, he would have felt better showing up to the pack meeting than he did, showing up with absolutely nothing. He'd watched with disdain as the crunchy critters had eaten away every leaf and blade of grass, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He'd tried fending them off, but there were too many, and too few hours in the day. It wasn't worth it. The streams and rivers were full of grasshoppers, which he hoped would aid in fishing- if the fish even ate them, of course. His stomach ached with hunger and he did his best to drink more water in an attempt to quiet his hunger pains. 

He answered the call looking somewhat dismal and disappointed that he had to show up with nothing. He was glad, however, to see that Fox had returned, though her injured eye wasn't something he could look at for long- eye injuries were painful, and he hoped that whatever it was that had caused the injury hadn't robbed her of her vision in that eye. He bobbed his head respectfully to the alpha pair as he sat, licking his still wet lips, before he gave a slight smile to Elwood. Quietly he waited for the rest of the pack members to come, and for the pups to make their move if they chose to, but for now he'd keep enough distance between himself and his extended family so that they wouldn't feel uncomfortable.