Redhawk Caldera Free bird.

Let’s keep the rounds open, so no worries about post order! I’ll begin the next one in a week or so.

She could feel Killdeer beside her, the others fanning out behind them. Towhee turned her head sideways to check their positions, orange eyes quickly bouncing from Hotah to Trailhawk to Alivia. With a flick of her snout, she ordered the she-wolves to veer to the left. She then swung her head and barked for Hotah and her grandson to follow her to the right. Thus they could slowly close in from either flank.

The herd fled before them, the stag leading the charge at first. But as the wolves surged ahead to close the gap and some of the fawns began to straggle, he slowed and fell back to offer what protection he could. He managed to corral three of the four younglings together and urge them forward, though by the time his rack swung toward the last, the wolves were already there.

Towhee resisted the urge to fall upon the smallest, slowest fawn, delegating that work to the four younger wolves. She quickly moved into the space between them and the buck, her lips wrinkling back from her yellowed fangs. She hoped it would be enough to discourage any attempts to intervene and rescue the young deer.

The stag stamped a foot and swung his antlers threateningly, but when he didn’t move toward her, Towhee risked a sideways glance at her fellow hunters.