Redhawk Caldera Free bird.

Thank you for jumping in here, everybody! I’m going to wrap it for us (please notify me if you need me to change any of my assumptions), and of course feel free to toss in a last post. I’ll archive it in the next week or thereabouts. :)

Alivia was the first to spill blood, springing at the fawn’s legs. Before the others could join her, Towhee’s gaze swung away again to eye the stag. He tossed his head a few more times, stamped his hooves for good measure, but ultimately accepted defeat. He backed away a few steps, then turned and cantered away, allowing the Elder to finally turn her attention upon the hunt.

The ill-fated deer had fallen beneath her comrades. Towhee’s tail swung up in a banner of triump as she hastened to join them. She sank her fangs into an opening by the ungulate’s rump, tearing off a bite and swallowing it, caring little for the cruelty of it. By her second bite, the fawn was dead and still beneath her teeth.

After everyone had fed—namely, Amalia and the pups, who Towhee beckoned over soon after the fawn gasped its last, bloody breath—there was much carrion left over. Hotah quickly stepped up and offered to butcher the carcass and parcel it out to the caldera’s caches. Towhee gave him an approving look and bobbed her snout. She watched him work for a moment, a smile touching her mouth when she noticed him set aside a hoof for the pups.

Feeling rather proud of her pack mates—not to mention stuffed with pounds of fresh meat—Towhee sauntered away to nap beneath one of the many trees scattered along the mount’s western flank.