Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

"You've had problems with trespassers?" wondered Nightjar, who read into Elwood's words completely wrong. Go figure. The boy wasn't very bright, and even being out in the world and fending for himself had done little to cure him of his obliviousness. If they had need of someone who could beat up trespassers, it surely meant they had a lot of them lately, right? That or they had nobody capable of it, but Nightjar knew just how ferocious Finley could be if she was mad enough.

Elwood expressed his relief that Redhawk Caldera hadn't collapsed, and Nightjar hitched a broad shoulder in a shrug. "Mom and dad were important," he began, "but it wasn't just them. So were you and Aunt Flea and everyone else." Well, except Eljay. He genuinely thought the pack would have been better off without an embarrassment like that, but even a dense fool like Nightjar knew better than to say that in front of the father. Instead, he concluded, "Redhawk Caldera is all of us, not just them."