Redhawk Caldera have you tried flushing the cache?

Nightjar didn't catch Phox's mumbling, so focused wholly on the question that came his way quite out of the blue. "Don't have one," he admitted, and if he felt remotely sad about that, he gave no indication. The pair bond between two wolves was undeniably strong but it wasn't an urge he had felt yet. The call to claim was the closest he had ever come, but Nightjar had yet to find a suitable woman for the strong kids he thought he would produce.

"When the season comes I will claim the strongest," he elaborated as Phox began to dig, though the Caldera held very few wolves who could possibly live up to those expectations. Fox was no longer an option and Finley had never been one, leaving little in the way of options. Towhee was too young, though she was perhaps the best possibility for the future given her disdain for outsiders and loyalty to the bloodline. There was Raven, too. That was always an option, though Nightjar had never known where his darker sister's mind really was. Unlike Towhee, she came with a host of unknown factors. But she was of age.

When his brother began to cover the elk leg back up, he moved to offer assistance.