Redhawk Caldera if i die young

Any of my fellow Redhawks :)

The hours of night drifted into dawn as Jaws slept peacefully, curled beneath the great log he had chosen for a den, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen the Alpha pair - and the entire pack. His wakening would not be so serene as his sleep; feeling a sharp pinch on his backside, Jaws awoke from his slumber with a raucous yell, charging out of his den and spinning to face his assailant. His fur bristled and his nose and lips crumpled into a snarl but it faded as his attacker emerged from the den.

With an apologetic chirp and a tipping of his small head, the gray jay appeared, clutching a tuft of black fur in its beak. Jaws' fur flattened, his anger subsiding into calm. It had been a while since he had seen more than a glimpse of the bird, and now he knew why: it had been busy collecting the makings of a nest. Hopping into the hole in the log, the bird deposited the fur and then reappeared.

"Don't do that," Jaws murmured, feeling a sort of relief that the bird had come back. True, he did not fancy its company at first, but he found he missed his feathered shadow in its absence. With a thirst grabbing at his throat, Jaws headed for the lake at the center of the pack's territory, the grayjay following closely beside him.

He stopped when he happened upon the burial clearing. His skin crawled and his blood ran cold as the lingering scents and disturbed ground started whispering an unsettling story.