Redhawk Caldera Back before birthdays were something she dreads

Looking for some folks I haven't threaded with. Maybe @Cinar or @Alivia?

The work wasn’t finished when the deer finally stilled. That was only half the job.
Hotah crouched over the kill, methodical in the way he pulled the carcass apart. The rich cuts he placed in a neat pile for the caches, enough to see bellies through leaner days. The tougher haunch went aside, meant for the long stretch of winter when anything was better than nothing.
Beside it, he nudged one of the hooves clear of the mess, leaving it in the grass. A faint grin pulled at his mouth— the kids would make a game of it, chasing and chewing until there was nothing left.
Blood darkened his paws and muzzle, but Hotah didn’t mind. He straightened for a breath, gaze flicking forward for a moment thinking of Trailhawk, before leaning down to keep at the work of a provider.