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As was expected, he was intercepted almost immediately. First came a lithe female with a plush white coat, greeting him with hesitant formality. Then there was a second woman, her strange curled fur a pitch black in stark contrast to her pack mate. Their words were polite but cautious, and Redshank stared back blankly while he weighed up his options. They were small, the both of them; he could go for one and draw blood, enough to force the other to attend to them and he could take off before the rest arrived. Head straight for the caches. Grab whatever he could.

His tongue flicked over his lips hungrily as he mulled over this decision, his muscles tensing as he almost made to go through with it before a third arrival halted his plans. Fuck. This newcomer had the form of a warrior and was much larger than the other two, fixing Redshank in a deep brown stare that he refused to meet as his confidence faltered.

"Hungry," he replied lowly, gaze trained on the woods behind the pack wolves, trying to figure out where the blood trail led.