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

Finally, the damn thing died. Fin breathed a sigh of relief as it fell and Peregrine and Fox lunged forth to begin the feast even as it was taking it's last breaths. She fell upon her haunches to relax. Although she hadn't partaken in the hunt to the same extent as her pack mates, it had cost her a rest deal to keep up as she had with her injury still on the mend.

The alphas began to slow in their feasting, causing Fin to come to her paws and hover eagerly at their heels. When finally they moved to the side, she pressed forward to consume her fill, staking her claim as second with warning growls at any who got too close until she was satisfied. She moved as Elwood approached to mosey back to Peregrine and Fox, waiting there until it was time to stash the rest of the kill. She might not have been able to murder it, but she could at least help bury the body with the other gamekeepers.