Redhawk Caldera Slow dancing society

This is preemptive but I figure we'll wrap the other one soon and I know Fox is probably dying to tell Perry what's on her mind. ;)

The pack's most recent hunt had ended in failure. Peregrine was tempted to take it in stride, considering their success in previous weeks, but he took the lack of prey as a serious sign. Winter was upon them; she would make a slow and creeping approach but she was right around the corner. The Gamekeeper could not rely solely on what they had stored thus far. Even though it would take more time and effort as the weeks wore on toward December, he would hunt until he brought something home each day, even if only a lucky rabbit's foot.

Today, he spent hours scouring the woodlands surrounding the caldera and managed to snatch a fat groundhog even as she scrambled into her hole. He carried the carcass back toward the mount, then dropped it once he reached the borders. Peregrine began to tear the head, limbs and tail from the torso, setting aside all but the tail, which he discarded. He placed these in a nearby cache. He then stretched out on the cold ground, the rest of the body cradled between his forelegs as he set about carefully gnawing the skin from the flesh.

Once separated, he set the swatch of fur aside, face-up so the blood vessels and gore could dry in the cold, dry air. He then plucked the hunk of bloody meat and began to carry it up the slope, intending to surprise @Fox with it.