Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

"Sure," Wylla replied with a swaggering confidence. Hunting was the only thing she was actually good at or cared for besides kids, which was one thing she would never admit, so for once her arrogance was at least semi-deserved. Wylla's sense of humour threw an unfortunate wrench into what could otherwise have been a smooth demonstration of her one and only skill, for she flicked her muzzle at the bird riding up on Towhee's shoulder and said, "just put him down and you'll have your kill."

Before she could have her face ripped off for that comment, since she got the sense Towhee kind of liked her weird food-friend, the vagabond hastily added, "kidding!" then swung away from the Caldera to strike out into the field beyond. Assuming that Towhee didn't plant a pair of teeth in her ass (because that would make her leave and never return), Wylla was going hunting.

It took a lot longer than she wanted. The two jackrabbits she scared up got away from her easily—the second was a narrow miss, but enough to make Wylla curse loudly at it—so in the end, she returned to the borders almost an hour later with two plump gophers swinging from her jaws. Even with two, there was less meat than one jackrabbit could provide, and gophers were hardly a great demonstration of Wylla's capabilities, but she had done as asked, so she figured it was good enough. She sincerely hoped the meat would not be going to the stupid hawk, since she was also hungry and could use it herself, but as she approached, she knew she had no say in that and had to suck it up no matter what if she wanted a pack to survive.

If Towhee would be offended enough to bite her, you can assume the hunt never happened—and if Towhee would have left the borders due to the length of time described, you can also assume Wylla howled again!