Redhawk Caldera Back before children had settled her friends

Hotah welcomed the bump of her shoulder with an easy smile, rolling his own against hers in return before glancing out toward the open stretch of land below.
Elk herd’s on the move, he said, confidence edging his tone. Calves are quick on their feet now, but still not too quick for us if we press hard enough. His tail flicked once, thoughtful. Or— river otters. Smaller, sure, but good eating if you don’t mind getting your paws wet.
He gave her a sidelong look, grin tugging at his mouth. Could even go simple. Ground voles. Not much of a challenge, but if that’s your favorite, I won’t complain.
A short pause, then he asked, half curious and half teasing, So what is it, Trailhawk? What’s your favorite to chase down?