Redhawk Caldera a chance lasts a finite time.

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The birds settled in for their feast, completely oblivious to the fact that their circling overhead before landing had not gone unnoticed by the wolves that inhabited this area. The kill was likely from a mountain lion or bobcat, either one of which Finley had come to find traces of throughout the Caldera's innards. It was a beast that hunted solo to be sure for no animal that hunted in groups like the wolves did would have left so much edible carcass behind to be picked at by the carrion birds.

But that was all for the best, a thought that first occurred to the vultures and then to Finley Blackthorn as she darted forward with a roar and drove them all away from the half-eaten yearling caribou that she claimed for the Redhawks with a throaty howl to all of her packmates to join in the fortunate feast. Without waiting for them, Finley grinned to herself and lowered her head down into the animal's inner thigh to tug at the meat that dangled from its lifeless bones.