Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

Nightjar was up just after the sun, racing back and forth in the den and likely disturbing every single inhabitant in it with his attempts to force them to wrestle with him. His fascination with play fighting had begun about a week ago when he and Raven had gotten into a bit of a good-natured scuffle, and ever since, he'd been trying to fight everything that moved... good-naturedly, of course. He was no bully, but he did make some poor decisions about who to engage. Just the day before, he'd been dragged away from an ill-tempered muskrat that had found its unfortunate way up to the caldera to become his latest opponent. Thankfully for him, he hadn't landed a hit before he was spotted, for the muskrat surely would have left him hurting.

Without waiting for anyone to come supervise him, the boy rushed out of the den. Peregrine was very quick to follow him and make sure he didn't run off anywhere, but would be relieved to see Nightjar standing nearby, staring out at his bright surroundings. Part of him yearned to turn around and rush his father and start yet another wrestling match, but another part of him was raring at the opportunity to fight someone else.

Without waiting for his father to occupy him with some activity or other, he sucked in a huge breath and hollered, "Ann Fuhlee!" as if he could somehow compel @Finley to come to him whenever he wanted her to.