Redhawk Caldera Getting high and skipping class

hotah wrestles the buck to the ground and towhee jr knows that the hunt was a success as she watches the fight wane from their quarry. her breath is sharp, cool air needling in her lungs that still burn from pushing herself in a way she hadn't since ... well at least a year now.

it'd felt good. a breathy laugh leaves towhee jr; blood still singing from the jubilation of the thrill of the hunt.

towhee jr's breath begins to slow to normal alongside her heartbeat, though she can still feel the jolt of adrenaline in her veins as she meets hotah's gaze. -it is a good trophy,- she signs her compliment.