Redhawk Caldera On the trail of a loony klepto.

Barely a day has gone by since the whole pack had celebrated their move. Scratch that - he celebrated too, but privately, not interested in the singalong that most groups dove head-first in to like a poorly planned karaoke night; he watched the stars for a bit, pissed around part of the borders that had weakened in the passing hours, and then tucked in for a bite to eat before bed.

In the morning Reyes ventured tot he same cache, shocked to find it exposed and nearly empty. He hadn't glut himself that much last night, had he...? He traced his way back to where he'd slept that night, a few meters starboard, and found the tibia that he'd munched on (and then spooned), knowing he hadn't taken more than his share by the evidence. Tired as he had been after the relocation antics, Reyes knew how to maintain a bloody cache!

He looped back to where the pit sat open, and this time on his approach something moved inside of it: a long brown body with little beady eyes popped up, chattering shrill notes, and they stared at one-another a second. The otter had bits of chewed meat soiling the fur of its throat and was mid-chew when it noticed Reyes.

Oh you nutter— but even before he can fully berate this creature with his choice expletives, it has jimmied itself free of the cache and gone tumbling in to the bushes as fast as it can; Reyes holds his tongue and dives after it.