Heron Lake Plateau show me your peepis

HEY, GET OFF YOUR ASS! Belted the voice of one of the most renowned Redhawks to have been pooped out of the long-dead Fox, just prior to his thunderous arrival and - potentially - bowling-over of one Clover Blackthorn. It hadn't been his intention to do any harm to the other wolf; Screech had just been minding his own business and doing his own patrol, when he came upon a coyote ripping a new hole in to a perfectly good cache. That led to a (somewhat comical) chase across the plateau, leading him straight in to — IT'S GONNA GET AWAY!

Whether Screech collided with Clover or not, the culprit he was pursuing was much more fleet of foot. In its mud-brown maw was the neck of a goose or something, and it flipped about flaccidly with each leap and stride the thief made. Screech had been hot on it's tail until the Blackthorn had suddenly materialized as an obstacle; cue screaming, and the potential escape of one exuberant little coyote pest.