Redhawk Caldera shark out of water

Jaws' eyes were busy taking a detailed inventory of the terrain as he moved down the slope. With his sharp mind it would not take him long to become familiar with the major territory features, enough to navigate with ease as though he had lived here his whole life. It would take him longer to memorize the details - hot spots for prey, secure cache locations, the prevailing wind currents and most strategic vantage points. Although he had been nomadic, Jaws was habituated to cataloging these things for his own survival, it was practically a reflex.

So keenly aware this morning, Jaws was quick to swivel his ears to the sound of someone approaching - fast. His head soon followed, turning just in time to see a monochrome blur sail past him and block his path. For a moment, Jaws stiffened defensively, almost ready to lift his lip in a snarl as the female commanded him loudly to stop; but he remembered where he was and relaxed, inferring by scent that this was a packmate, and her dominant posing suggested she was one of the higher ranking ones, perhaps the beta's mate, Finley.

Jaws held back a snappy retort, instead bowing his head. His first day in the pack was not the time to be rubbing someone's fur the wrong way no matter how loud they were. "Alright, I'm halted," he said, lifting his front paws and re-planting them firmly to demonstrate it, waiting to see what her angle was.