Arms Tonite

It was thrilling to work as a unit. Red followed his elder sister’s lead, disappearing as best he could into the brush and undergrowth. The Grouse remained foraging despite the danger looming so close, completely oblivious to the duo. Redrum felt his head this against his chest as he moved, carefully, carefully, afraid of making a misstep and alerting their quarry. And they held their positions for a few moments, his nails pressing into the hard ground in anticipation— waiting for the right moment…

When Morticia burst out from her cover, the Grouse making a distressed noise as it turned and spread its wings. It attempted to run, to get a good liftoff from the ground. But Redrum was already there. His vermillion body surging into action, not willing to disappoint his sister. He met the bird in a flurry of dust and feathers. Teeth snapping against the delicate neck of the grouse, his full body taking it to the ground. He held fast to it, until his sister came to help him with the killing blow. And when it was done he grinned happily at her, satisfied with his first true hunt.