Redhawk Caldera Old man needs food as well.

Been waiting on this! *jumps in if that's okay*

It seemed no secret that the pack was nearly out of food, and that just before winter. Malice, if given a choice, would rather travel elsewhere to hunt, but she couldn't leave Burke to fend for himself. His prime years were over, and a fight with one of the younger wolves of the Caldera would not become a victory for him. While death was close and final, she would not allow her mate to starve.

Sweeping her dark form between the trees, Malice was like a thread with a purpose; creating a weird pattern with the scent trail she left behind. It wasn't long before she found him, the creaking grandpa of the caldera, though what was happening? Would the boy truly steal his meal, even though he was fitter and healthier? How ungraceful. She stepped forward, though did nothing as of yet.