Redhawk Caldera PACK HUNT — Turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

This is 100% optional but attendance is encouraged and will be rewarded! The rounds will last approximately three days. :)

The large Alpha male was in the middle of an uneventful patrol when he spotted movement in the distance. He began to slow, ears flicking and nose wiggling as he peered in that direction. Unfortunately, there was no wind, so there was nothing to smell. But Peregrine detected a faint noise in the air and froze ponderously. He watched and waited, only the tip of his tail moving back and forth.

His eyes suddenly widened when he realized it was a herd of Olympic elk heading directly toward the caldera. There were perhaps twenty or thirty of the beasts, their hooves drumming on the cold, snowy ground. Peregrine crouched instinctively, though either the sight of him or the telltale scent markers caused the elk to alter their course to avoid the squat mountain.

As they passed, Peregrine lifted his head into the air and howled for backup. He then began to lope after them. The does were easily over five hundred pounds and the few stags were several hundred pounds heavier, not to mention those fearsome racks of antlers. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that the Alpha, though large, could bring one of these animals down on his own. But the opportunity was too great to pass up.

Breaking into a quicker lope now, Peregrine mentally begged his comrades to come to his aid. He would scout the herd for old and weak does until they arrived. It was quite likely this hunting trek might carry them well beyond the caldera's territory, yet the payout would be enormous should they succeed.