Redhawk Caldera father bird

Jaws was accustomed to having folks stare at his overgrown canines, but he was unconcerned by it. They posed him no problem, and were perhaps even advantageous in some ways. He briefly touched his tongue to one of them, for no rational reason.

When the alpha suggested keeping the bird around, Jaws was a bit surprised. He would have expected most wolves to criticize him for not eating it. He had even berated himself for not having taken the chance when he had it the first time, for numerous times the bird had been an annoyance to him. But although he was not fully aware of it, he was becoming fond of the bird. Sharing his meal with it was just the beginning.

"It's because I didn't eat him that he's taken to following me around," Jaws confessed with a slight shake of his head. "He's really more of a small crow..." Jaws paused, changing thoughts without expanding on what he meant, "or maybe chicken. I don't think I could sic him on a toad, let alone my enemies."