Redhawk Caldera Back before children had settled her friends

Hotah’s ears pricked at her call, his almond eyes flashing as the otter twisted and lashed between them. He surged forward with a clean, decisive strike, dark muzzle snapping down to catch the squirming beast where neck met shoulder. A violent shake, a growl deep in his chest— and then stillness, the riverbank ringing only with the rush of water.
He dropped the limp creature to the mud, breath heaving, fur slick with spray. A quick glance to Trailhawk, sharp gaze softening at the sight of her lip marked red. Got it, he said, voice rough but laced with a crooked smile. He nosed the otter toward her paws. You drove it my way. Your victory as much as mine.
A beat passed, his brow quirking with something teasing. Though… I’d hate to say your first date left you bleeding. His tail flicked, humor rising through the grit of the hunt, even as he leaned in close enough to brush his muzzle against her cheek— part check, part reassurance.