Redhawk Caldera father bird

@Peregrine , maybe another?

Daylight had begun to wane as Jaws traveled south, carrying with him a freshly killed rabbit; he was not keen to eat in the open where he caught the creature. Not too far from the slopes of the once-burning mountain the coywolf had found himself a suitable clump of bushes. Settling next to them, his back and one side was protected, thus he had two less directions to monitor for trouble. It was an instinct that had formed into habit.

As his long canines began to rip pieces off the rabbit's carcass, his gray jay follower landed on the snow a few feet from his muzzle. The bladed hairs along his nape stiffened, a subtle leer formed on his face. This was the closest the bird had come and Jaws could be fiercely protective of his food. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, but it subsided as the coywolf watched the bird. It chirped softly, tilting its head from side to side, looking at Jaws - imploring him.

He noticed now for the first time that the bird was very thin, its plumage tousled. Indeed, the gray jay was quite runty. Jaws turned his head, looking away briefly, but his eyes crept back to the bird. With a sigh, his fur relaxing, Jaws snapped a piece of flesh from the rabbit and tossed it to the bird, who gulped it down voraciously.

Unknown to Jaws was that he was very near a pack's borders - a southerly wind pushed the telltale scents away from him.