Chapter two: Fish Brained

 A group of Troodon approach their prey, as a pack, as killers.
I forgot to mention that my name is Niacoma earlier, which means thirteen summers ago, but anyhow.
 I'm fourteen summers old now, a perfectly tuned killing machine. I quietly approached my quarry: a twelve summer old male Flat Bill. My father Noraki, my mother, my aunt and all of my siblings including Saiyki were in on him too. The teen was wounded. He probably encountered a Dagger Tooth ( not mich to say besides that they're big and nasty). We feared the giant predator would return once we'd killed his meal. But that was not really a problem. We were all part of a pack, the Evergreen Pack. Other individuals were out hunting different game. Our pack Alphas, Razor-Claw and Bright Heart were out hunting with their own group. They'd be hunting in the Dark Ice Region, the ideal prey being Branch Heads. If we didn't get this Flat Bill, others were bound to have caught something.
 'Clt,Ct,Ct,Ct, Ct, rrrrrrr' I clicked.
This message was meant for my sister, Gold Quill (golden feathers). It meant " move 7 tail lengths port". I turned to Sausage, about to give orders, but....
 He jumped, he didn't fully stalk, and ran straight at the young bull. He lost the element of surprise and the Flat Bill careened his tail straight into Sausage, sending him flying.
 "Attack, don't just sit around, move!" I yelled.
none of them budged, as they'd never been in such a situation. The Flat Bill limped away.
 " The Fish Brain's getting away!"
We all lunged at the creature. On his back, we stuck our dagger claws into him.
The giant moaned. He bucked and kicked, but it was no use: we had him.

As we fed on flesh, a Chicken Medic checked Sausage out.
 "He fractured his upper arm bone, a massive cut on his thigh and some Blood Spiders from the ferns he fell on" she diagnosed." He'll need cycad ferns, palm leaves, which a Forager will travel south for, leeches for cleaning the blood, worms to clean and soak the wounds and some snow and ice to cool it down."
 I thanked her for her patience. As she walked away, she licked Sausage, which made him fidget. I returned to the carcass, angry at Sausage, muttering:
 "Fish Brain."