Kildeer Rest 'Zat you, Santa Claus?

She could only stare as the mortally wounded caribou fled after all. Towhee made an abortive movement, as if prepared to run after it, then shot a baffled glance at her comrade. She stayed her feet, letting the animal go... for now. They hadn't been hunting it, after all, but defending themselves. In that sense, they'd triumphed. And perhaps they could follow its trail later.

"You okay?" she queried, once she had the breath to spare. Towhee moved nearer to the male, studying him at a glance. "I'm Towhee, a relatively new recruit," she offered.