Redhawk Caldera Back before these calloused hands and all this work

The otter still dripped when Hotah padded into the heart of the caldera, its slick body clamped firm between his teeth. The musk of river and brine clung to his coat, a reminder of the chase he and @Trailhawk had shared along the banks. Slimy little bastards, but worth the trouble—this one would feed mouths that needed it more than he did.
He moved at an easy lope, shoulders rolling with the weight of the catch, ears swiveling for the sound of voices. It was Amalia he sought— her, and perhaps the little ones that clung so close to her shadow. They deserved the richer meat, the softness of fur to nose into, maybe even the paw or tail of the otter to chew at when hunger was sated.
Hotah slowed near a familiar clearing, amber eyes scanning for her pale frame among the brush. The gift hung loose now from his jaws, offered plain and without ceremony, though his tail gave a single sway behind him.
@Amalia? he called around the wet pelt, voice muffled but warm.