Redhawk Caldera Enter the slasher house

Jaws had caught a squirrel and was securing it in one of the pack's caches near the border, having already found breakfast earlier in the form of a few mice, when the breeze whisked to him an unfamiliar scent. He jerked his head up in response to the smell, inhaling deeply to gain a better understanding of what he was smelling and where it was coming from. Jaws' packwolf instincts were growing stronger by the day - where before a new scent such as this would hardly have phased him it now ignited in him a defensive, protective spirit.

Without delay he pursued it, his eyes coming to rest on a small, black female just inside the pack borders. It was possible - and indeed, likely - that she was a new recruit, but he could hardly operate under such assumptions. Jaws approached her briskly, his sharp ears thrust forward and his tail held stiff. He stopped just behind her and growled very softly in warning, his piercing gaze unblinking. His questions to her were very much implied.