Firefly Glen To send the flares out and light the skies above the water

When Sunhawk looked up from the haunch and wiped the dirt off of his nose, he became aware of two things.

One, there were two very stern wolves standing in front of him.
Two, very stern.

His balls seemed to shrivel up into his stomach as he righted himself. He was more concerned about that (and the terrifying fear these two implicitly seemed to elicit) than the tasty morsel of haunch he'd been anticipating eating earlier.

"Oh, uh." Bumblehawk perspired, visibly uncomfortable. Normally he'd introduce both of them to the old Sunhawk wiles, but two against one wasn't great odds in his eyes and both of them looked as chill as Jerry's Redhot Habanero Sauce. Meaning, they probably served up more than a bite. "Wait, you said claimed..? I didn't take this haunch from you guys, promise."