Redhawk Caldera we're the new face of failure.

He deserves it!

They loped 'round and 'round the herd, trying to spot any weaknesses. If there were any, they were not readily obvious. Although physically fine—he had the typical stamina of any wild, long-legged wolf—he eventually grew weary and frustrated with the lack of obvious targets. With animals so huge, they simply couldn't risk attempting to hunt one in perfect shape. No, they needed to find a weak, young or sick buffalo amid the group, else the nearly master Gamekeeper would be forced to call off Finley's hunt.

Then she struck gold—sort of. Peregrine paused and huffed out a quiet breath when his Beta signaled, drawing his attention to the clingy yearling. His ears pulled backward and his eyes narrowed as he studied the young buffalo. He shook his head at Finley after a moment or two and tried to convey his response with his eyes and body language. I don't think it's a good idea. The mother will kick our asses. To him, it just wasn't worth the risk.