Redhawk Caldera Hunter's Furyyyy!

It seemed he was good at more than just marmots!

She watched as he initiated the chase, yellow eyes keen as he split off a young one from the group. It would be her job to place damage upon it for a final killing blow. There could be no better bonding between pack mates than this!

She rushed on long limbs, muscled from time spent traveling before she had settled here. Her teeth aimed for the deer’s neck. It would be no killing blow at first, but it would be a hold on the prey. Bringing it down to the earth so they might finish it off.