Redhawk Caldera The crow flies straight

For @Tempest and anyone else who would like to join. :)

The sound of wings beating against the air was enough to draw Elwood's attention. He looked up to see a group of crows, their wings a dark shadow against the mid-afternoon sky. It was a clear day, and the only smudge against the endless blue were the birds. Their raucous cries rang in his ears; his yellow gaze followed them across the horizon until they disappeared.

Once they were gone, the Beta shook his head and returned to his work. He was stripping a duck of its feathers, a kill from a few days prior. He had delivered another of similar size to Peregrine and Fox, but this one he intended to deposit into the pack's community cache. It would be important to store as much food as possible, due to the impending cold weather and Fox's pregnancy. He anticipated that the Alpha female had to be carrying by now, though he wasn't about to go and find out for himself.

One stubborn feather wedged itself between Elwood's fangs, and he grunted, pushing against it with his tongue. He was unable to dislodge it, so he lowered his head and grasped the feather with his forepaws, trying to yank it out. "Crap," he murmured to no one in particular.