Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

Someone had left a giant hunk of bison meat in front of the Alpha pair's den. The scent lured Peregrine out into the winter daylight. He shuffled slowly and stiffly, bending forward to sniff at the meat when he arrived in the doorway. He then hooked his fangs into it and began dragging it inside. He thought better of that, though—he didn't want to make a mess when the pups would be here soon—and stepped over the slab. It made his torn shoulders ache like crazy but the promise of fresh meat helped him cope.

Carefully, he lowered himself to the ground so that he lay like a sphinx with his forepaws pressed against the bloody hunk. He then began tearing into it, savoring the flesh. Hopefully staying well-fed would hasten the healing process. He would only eat enough to partially fill his belly, though; the rest of it would go directly to his hungry mate and unborn pups.