Redhawk Caldera Hunter's Furyyyy!

Good with me!

Hotah’s focus had been locked on the distant movement of deer, the cold air clearing his head more than anything had in days. He hadn’t seen Towhee since that night, and part of him figured keeping it that way for now was best. Hunting was simpler. Cleaner.
The soft crunch of steps behind him drew his ear, and when he glanced back, Trailhawk was there— low and smooth in her approach, reading him easily. His brow lifted a fraction, intrigued despite himself.
Nice of you to join me, he murmured, shifting to give her room at his flank. His tail gave a slow sweep. If she wanted in, he wasn’t about to turn her away.