Redhawk Caldera The hanging tree

SO DOWN

Peregrine allowed Fin to take the lead, and the silver mockingbird wasted no time. Their quarry was rather dumb, being out in the open and so far away from its preferred habitat. Without a river to slip into for a quick escape, hunting it would be simple. Like plucking an apple off a tree.

She crouched low when she'd closed the distance a sufficient amount. Fin wriggled like a little snake, waiting for just the right moment before she darted forward and snapped her jaws lethally across the rodent's spine. It was still squealing by the time she turned to face Peregrine, a wide grin to be seen past its flailing limbs.

"Wanna ead itsth head?" she asked behind the mouthful of fuzz.