Redhawk Caldera we're the new face of failure.

Woohoo!

The enraged beast took the bait and stormed off after the bold and reckless beta. Fin probably should have been worried or even experienced the briefest moment of panic, but she felt only joy and triumph as its hot breath upon the tip of her tail. She put on an extra burst of speed to increase the distance between the two of them, but not so much that the buffalo lost interest in trying to trample her to death.

Fin could hear the other buffalo of the herd beginning to thunder off in separate directions. She kept her course straight and true, deliberately leading the mother buffalo as far away from her calf as she could. Between the pounding of hundreds of hooves, she couldn't hear the scuffle between Peregrine and their target, but she did hear the sharp bark that told her the game was at an end.

Fin took a sharp turn and began to dart swiftly in and out of the stampeding buffalo, effectively losing her attacker in the crowd. Somewhere behind her, it was turning away and heading back to find her calf bleeding out where she'd so stupidly left it. Fin and Peregrine would be well away from them though, lurking in the distance, waiting for the poor woman to finally abandon her child's carcass.

Fin and Peregrine finally slowed to a stop as they neared the hillock where they'd first begun their hunt. Laughter and mischief were alight on the beta's features as she breathlessly searched her friend's face for the same triumphant glee. "That enough of a distraction?" she asked between laughing gasps.