Redhawk Caldera coigreach ann an tìr choimhich

Her story seemed to enrapture, at least by Medb’s standards. The compliment came and she grinned proudly. She had managed to find a sense of high ground in the chase that had allowed her to access the beast’s neck. It had truly been a defining moment. Her mother had been so proud; her father had been shocked. The outcomes all around had been good.
 
“Thank you.” She offered, her smile faltering for a moment before she stated with a certain conviction. “My mother was quite proud.” She made no mention of her siblings or her father. There had been mixed reactions. At one point fae mischief had even been mentioned though clearly dispelled.
 
“I can try… I’ve not had an experience teaching, but there is always a time to try something new.” The words fell like honey from her tongue, an alluring promise to cement her role further within the pack, establish her worth, and gain something. "To hunt prey, you have to understand them... think like them, and it lets you predict their moves. With certain trails you can tell how panicked they were simply by their imprints in the snow or dirt."