Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

I completely forgot about this and that you were waiting on me. So sorry guys.

It was like his ancestors took over control of his body. Had anyone asked, he never could've described the felling. Well, he wouldn't have been able to anyway, but Nightjar felt like a different wolf all of a sudden, wild through and through with no regard for manners or moods. The hunt drew out of him some spirit of long ago, a hunter, to take control, and he fell in with the rest of the pack almost seamlessly.

Peregrine and Fox managed to get the quarry's hind end under control. Nobody had to tell him what to do next, he just knew. It was an ordeal making it close enough to the fleeing animal, what with his lack of speed, but when he got there he lunged. He missed once, but with a frustrated snarl he pushed himself to catch up again and managed to grab hold of the prey's throat. From there, it was almost like he went into a trance. He must've torn wide the animal's jugular, for when his senses returned, he was veritably bathed in blood and the beast was felled.

His breath came in ragged gasps and his pupils dilated with the scent of fresh blood all around him. It was a frenzy if ever there was one, and his wild-eyed gaze went to Peregrine first. For a moment, he considered the wild possibility of brawling with his father for the right to feed first, but he retained enough of his social self to know it was not his time. Peregrine was the leader, and Elwood was next. But the other males? Nightjar would threaten to beat them to a pulp if they tried to eat before he did. The females were left alone, of course; they had their own hierarchy in his mind.