Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

Sure enough, the male was exactly where he needed to be. They both zeroed in on the same deer, but he got there ahead of her. That was fine - as long as they got that first bite in, their energy would likely not be wasted for naught. Just for good measure, Blackbear launched herself at her target and attached herself to its hauch while the male had it slowed and gave it a mighty shake. It was at this moment that she glanced to the side and saw her hunting partner biting into their meal in all his experienced-hunter glory. For a moment, her mind was taken off the hunt completely, and she fast-forwarded to them taking down this deer together and looking on as the pack ate their fill, and maybe he'd turn to her and say, "Gosh, Blackbear, I couldn't have done this without you," and then they'd -

"Oof!"

A hoof had just glanced off her side, and Blackbear released her grip and began working her jaw as the deer all bounded off through the trees. Hopefully, there'd be blood enough for them to track their marked target. "Sorry," she said hastily, looking 'round for the male because probably he'd let go some time ago. "Lockjaw all of the sudden." Was the believable? She hoped so. Either way, she circled back to him, doing her best to walk off the painful but mostly-harmless blow, and asked, "What's your name, anyway?"