Redhawk Caldera PACK HUNT — Turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

Fox bumped shoulders with Peregrine as soon as she was close enough to do so. She had spotted the elk just as she had drawn close to him, and she licked her lips in anticipation of the meat they would surely have in their bellies before long. Hopefully, this hunt would pay off. Their last few had not gone terribly well, and she had a good feeling that luck was on their side today. So focused on the hunt, she barely noticed the other wolves that were already gathered with Peregrine, although she took a moment to glance at them after a pause.

Figuring that her dear Peregrine had already formed a plan, she awaited for him to explain who would go where and do what. Fox, of course, was a much better chaser than she was a taker-downer, so she would likely take on that role. She was curious to see where her fellow comrades would fall into line, but she had no doubt that they would find their place easily enough.