Redhawk Caldera The crow flies straight

Was he destined to be indebted to all the females in the pack? Elwood shook his head, though a slow grin spread across his muzzle as Tempest dictated her demands. "I can handle that," he agreed, though he wondered what her third task would turn out to be. "Be right back," he said, pivoting and trotting away from her with his tail thrown over his back like a banner.

The gamekeeper knew where he was likely to find prey, so he quickly made his way to a more heavily forested location. He had acquainted himself with the caldera's nooks and crannies over the last two months, and though he wasn't familiar with every square inch, he still was confident in his hunting and tracking abilities on his home turf. Promptly, he struck the trail of a rabbit and followed it to a small crevice in the rocks. He flushed it out of its burrow, then seized its plump body in his teeth; it fell limp when he applied pressure with his jaws.

He then made his way back to where Tempest was waiting, and deposited his catch at her feet. "Good enough?" he asked, settling back onto his haunches and waiting for her appraisal.