Redhawk Caldera go back on each other

He had been down in his favorite forest through the morning, scouting through it for signs of Donatus, but had only found a hare. It wasn't the fattest hare that Amon had ever come across, but it was decent; it had run a brief course through the trees and was caught quite suddenly on the incline up the mountain, being too young or too stupid (perhaps both) to avoid his oncoming jaws. The creature hung from his grasp with a broken neck, its patchy fur muddied by a bit of blood.

The brute thought of eating it then and there, but the thought of eating so soon after racing around the forest actually made his stomach flip-flop. Amon decided to seek out one of the other caldera wolves - and he had only moseyed a little ways along the mountainside when he caught a glimpse of red. Perfect. With an added jaunt to his step, the burly beast headed towards Fox's resting place.

Upon reaching her, he side-eyed the boulder that was her perch, and then plunked the rabbit down. You look like a mighty queen on that rock there. Where is your manservant? His tongue slid swiftly across his lips, then one side of his muzzle, to try and collect any residual blood.