Redhawk Caldera Spring calling

A crashing in the brush ahead of him interrupted his journey to the border for patrol, and he lifted his chin in confusion—which only grew as a small brown streak cut across his path, leaving squeaks in his wake.

What— 

Killdeer continued on and found Amalia, dancing in her pursuit of the lithe creatures, looking so gleeful that he couldn't help but smile along.

Without another word, he jumped in to help. He wasn't as agile as she, given his size, but he'd do his best. He lunged forward and his teeth snapped shut just a hairsbreadth from a weasel, who darted away with tiny, churning paws.