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

More and more of their pack joined the hunt, and with each wolf that added themselves to the bunch, Fin felt her jealousy grow deeper and deeper. She vaguely wondered if she would at all be able to gnaw the scars off of her back and be able to run over and join them. But, they were there due to her own idiocy, and so she had to suffer her punishment and remain the pouty little spectator in the distance.

Fin couldn't hear whatever it was that Peregrine said to his troops, but she could see them act upon his orders. The pack took flight just as the herd did, and Fin picked up her pace so that she could keep up. She loped easily along behind the opposite edge of the herd, her gaze never leaving that forms of her packmates even as the deer thundered past.