Redhawk Caldera a feather for your hare

@Wildfire

Now that the new parents were allowing visitors to see their pups, Jaws thought it only appropriate that he make the effort. Truthfully, he had never interacted with pups even though it was probable that there were a dozen running around with half his blood, perhaps one of them even had his iconic canines, owing to his many escapades while on the move. But he was not about to show up empty pawed. Jaws had taken to his responsibilities as a gamekeeper like a duck takes to water, and so that morning his priority had been to find some fresh kill to take with him to the den.

Last time he had brought an offering of squirrels and mice, this time he was determined to bring something different. He had not yet located a badger for Fox, so he settled for a hare he found foraging on some alder branches. He had crept up so far and then charged it. After a short chase, the coywolf caught it by its back legs and quickly killed it with a bite to the neck. It was a sizeable male, delightfully plump. Winter had not been to hard on that fellow.

On his way to the den with his catch, Jaws spied a long black feather sticking out of a snow bank and scooped that up too. It had not occurred to him that pups were yet blind and deaf, he saw the feather as a plaything, reflecting on an early memory when he had played with one himself. Arriving at the den, he dropped the rabbit at the corner of the entrance, keeping the feather between his teeth as he peeked in to see if he would be welcome.