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He didn't reach the pack before they downed their prey. He was disappointed, but Nightjar's slow gallop didn't stop... not until Peregrine approached him with an arched head and neck, that is. Admittedly, he barely listened to his father's words and instead responded to the body language alone. Words were meaningless next to body language, and what he was hearing (i.e. seeing) was that he'd done something wrong, even though the desire to join in was completely natural for even young wolves. His ears went back and his body curled in on itself and his gaze went elsehwere.

Without saying anything at all, the youth slipped away from the group as soon as Peregrine's attention was drawn elsewhere. He slunk about twenty feet away and laid himself in the grass to wait for every other wolf in the pack to eat, after which he would approach and lick at the remaining scraps. His turn was naturally last as per the alpha male's dominance display toward him, and he accepted that by distancing himself. And all the while, Nightjar still didn't understand what he'd done wrong, and didn't even really think about it.