Redhawk Caldera Crush toast.

Carolina was frustrated; Gigi's word was law, but she really wanted to play with the rabbit. Even so, she felt chastened by the words, and even she knew that a dead rabbit was far less fun than a live one. There was hardly any hunting left to be done, even though her blood was still charging through her veins.

"You can eat it," she said glumly to her brother, watching Gigi's retreating back. She thought about going after the older wolf's tail, but her lawful nature kept her from acting on the impulse. When it was Gigi, anyway.

Last from me!