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Wildfire managed to free herself from Nightjar's grip, but he was undeterred. She barked loudly and he rejoined with a warm growl, followed by a clumsy swatting of the ground with his forepaws. Before he could force her into a wrestling match, Wildfire turned and fled, far more quickly than she had on the last occasion. But Nightjar was able to run, too, and was quickly in pursuit.

He focused in on her jet black tail as it bobbed and weaved through the air with her movements. His instincts flared and suddenly, it was more than a game of tag; it was a high stakes hunt, and the tip of her tail was the target. This was a test of precision. Compared to normal wolves, the pups were slow and very clumsy, but Nightjar felt like a true professional as he chased Wildfire... even though he was nowhere near a pro.

He was also nowhere near her tail when he snapped at it, proving that he was very imprecise and causing him to not only miss, but to overcompensate for missing by backpedaling and falling right on his ass.