Redhawk Caldera father bird

'tis fine :)

The gray jay was warier than even Jaws, and several times had been the first to notice when they were no longer alone; but this time, it was Jaws who lifted his head to the sound and movement of a quickly approaching wolf. The bird did not take notice until the wolf was stopped in front of them, and then it was frozen with fear, staring up with wide eyes.

The way the other male carried himself was unmistakable to Jaws: he was commanding, territorial, and undoubtedly had claim to land near by - an alpha. He possessed a similar physique to Jaws - tall and powerful. Even his coat was black save for a few swaths of gray. Although Jaws did not show it visibly, he was uncomfortable. With the bush behind him and this male in front of him his options were limited, and that bothered him.

Jaws, with movements deliberate and slow, rose to a seating position, refraining from pulling himself up to his full height. When the male spoke, a subtle but nevertheless devilish smile curved his lip. "Emergency rations," he joked, and at last the gray jay shrieked and dove into the bush. "I'm just fattening him up."