Redhawk Caldera in a chaise and four to see the place,

he adjusted himself stiffly into a proper position and bent his head to bite into his prey, though he was stopped mid bite. his teeth were clamped around the rabbit just as a small, dark critter waddled up to him. he almost killed it right there. it wasn't his, and it were his genes that deserved to live on, not some strangers. but he reminded himself of who he was in this pack, and unfortunately zeta was not a rank that was worthy of children. he raised his head, licking his lips thoughtfully and then studying the child. "you are not an adult," he commented quietly to the thing, his tail flicking.

"do you speak?" he asked it. he missed the memo of 'throw up in my mouth please, stranger,' and instead just assumed the damn thing had gotten lost.