Redhawk Caldera Even flow

After stocking a couple caches, Jaws took a moment to gulp down a shrew for himself, easing the hunger that had begun to grow. For the coywolf, small animals were the norm; anything from mice to lizards to fish and rabbits. Ever the solo hunter, there were scarce opportunities for him to take down larger game, although he had seized the opportunities when they presented themselves in the form of young or ailing animals. For Jaws, even berries, carrion and hard mast such as apples and nuts were good eating. When in survival mode, one could not afford to be picky.

As he stole through the trees, his eyes caught the movement of something gray. For a flickering moment he thought it was the bird, but he soon realized it was a male wolf. Elwood, Jaws thought, recalling the names Peregrine had given him, or Theseus. The coywolf made not a sound as he started to approach, in time to see his packmate tuck into cover, his attention squarely ahead. As Jaws' gaze moved to look past him, he saw what held the other male's focus: deer. The coywolf crept to his packmate's side, giving him a curt nod and gesturing with his muzzle towards the prey.

He was ready to assist.