Redhawk Caldera Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide [m]

Although the doe was weakening, she wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even as Elwood joined the battle, she struck out a hind leg, catching a glancing blow to Peregrine's cheek. The Alpha snarled in surprise and fell back a moment. Fueled by blood lust, he then charged back in and leaped just like a lion, forelimbs outstretched to grasp her hindquarters and drag her roughly to the earth. She struggled beneath him but ultimately crashed to the ground, flailing and crying out but unable to regain her feet between her strange center of gravity and the blood loss which stole her strength.

Steering clear of her kicking legs, the swarthy wolf quickly exchanged a glance with his Beta—just to make sure Elwood was in the clear as well—and then dove in for the kill. His jaws wrapped around the doe's throat, cutting off her windpipe and severing her jugular. He held on as long as he could, then released his grip and backpedaled a few paces, intending to wait for her to stop moving before he began to feed.

When she fell still at last, he gave his hunting partner a tired, bloody smile and then stepped over the kill. Summoning his breath, he placed a paw over the warm carcass and then lifted his black muzzle to the heavens, singing in his son's name. He would feast in "Derp's" honor, then feed the pack in his memory. The howl tore through the skies, loud and clear and teeming with emotion.

When his wind failed him, Peregrine's head dropped and he immediately began to tear into the carcass. He thought he'd scored a two-for-one but when he ripped the doe open, he was rewarded with two fawns. Smiling morbidly at this unexpected reward, he buried his muzzle in the gore and ate voraciously. He made room to welcome Elwood to dine beside him.