Gyrfalcon's Keep The Rains will wash it away

Red eyes gleaming in the early morning light. Snick of tongue against teeth, blood dripping from his maw. Three small rabbits at his feet. Hunched shoulders he shifted and lifted his leg, pulled the thorn from the pad of his paw. A growl thunderous in his chest at the prick. Such a small thing and so freaking painful, bullshit if you ask him.

However, he had food for Atka and the pups she was carrying around. That was good right? He stared at the small droplet of blood as it oozed from his paw and he placed it down and snorted. Grasping the rabbits he was off towards the den he shared with snow.