Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

The caribou comes down, Dione releasing her jaw when it ceases it's raving upon the ground.

There was a clear satisfaction in her expression. The kill had been swift, and now they had a suitable meal laid in front of them. You did well. Good man. They had made a good team, that much was clear.

First shaking the adrenaline from her fur, Dione leaned down to sink her teeth into the shoulder of their kill. Still warm, and it would last long enough for her to return later. This by far beat the smaller prey she had been eating in recent months.

She looked forward to the young ungulates who would soon be born, hiding in tall grass or following after their mother's. A moose calf was a treat she had not been able to get her claws on in some time.