Redhawk Caldera this world is yours to take

Nightjar's slow flee was far from impressive, though he did manage to keep his feet for about three seconds longer than Wildfire. As she careened wildly to the side, Nightjar stopped, teetered drunkenly, and fell over onto his right hip. It smarted, but they were resilient little kids; even a little pain couldn't stop them, much as the adults would soon come to hope that something would.

His eyes panned slowly across the scene, which was made mainly of pastel smudges with very little definition. His gaze locked onto the two reddish smears that he associated with Fox and Wildfire, and though he didn't notice the smaller black smear that was Raven, he shakily stood and hobbled toward them all the same. By the time he reached them, it was Raven that he made a beeline for, and when he reached her, he awarded her with a sloppy kiss all the way up her left cheek.

He panted smilingly and glanced between the blurry Raven and Wildfire while his tail whipped invitingly back and forth with no real rhythm whatsoever.