Redhawk Caldera I defy.

It was so hard not to bite down on the Douglas squirrel wriggling in her mouth. Every instinct demanded her to kill and eat it. She restrained herself—if not her salivary glands—as she strode uphill to the Hobbit Hole. Her hips swayed more than usual thanks to her new center of gravity, really calling attention to her rounding flanks.

She didn’t yet relinquish her grip on the struggling rodent. Towhee woofed around it, ropes of drool swinging from her chops. @Carolina Redhawk and @Lyric Redhawk better get out here fast if they didn’t want their Gigi to gobble their prey—and their shot at graduating from Nestling to Fledgeling.