Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

YOU BUTT! I kid, I don't think it held up anyone too much. :) <3

In lieu of +20 EXP (seeing as EXP = dead), I'll donate $20 in everyone's name. ;)

He didn't let go until the beast fell. Peregrine unlatched and leaped back then, good eye immediately seeking his son's figure and a fiendish sort of grin arcing his lips when he saw the blood splattered on Nightjar's chest. He blinked down at the kill, watching and waiting as the elk twitched a few times before finally falling still. His mouth watered, yet before he partook in the feast, he padded over to give his son a proud bump and then pivoted to address the girls too on a job well done.

Peregrine's brow furrowed when he saw Pan on the ground, the others gathered around him. He exchanged a quick glance with Fox, then moved toward the group. "Everything okay?" he asked worriedly, bumping against shoulders in an effort to get closer to the pale Gamma. He gave Pan a nudge, then a once-over. He appeared to be all right. There was a queer glow to his pale fur, yet all it took was a glance upward to explain that; the eclipsing moon had turned blood red.

"Good job to all three Firebirds," the Alpha male announced, motioning for the pack to move back toward the kill. Perhaps it would have been a nice gesture to invite them to feed first, yet that would only serve to disrupt the natural order. Wildfire and Raven might not mind, yet he knew his son would appreciate deferring to the hierarchy. Giving the freshly-proven hunter another grin, the Alpha did the next best thing by diving into the meat to show Nightjar his acknowledgement, approval and appreciation for a bloody good kill.