Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

Peregrine didn't have to motion twice. Nightjar got to his feet with an alarming amount of speed and energy and was already bounding up the hill by the time Peregrine was explaining how he would feel. Nightjar didn't understand, and because he was a child who was almost impossible to tire out, he didn't even really notice the symptoms until he was already at the top. There, his lungs began to burn for oxygen and he panted and flopped down on his rear.

The trees weren't entirely unfamiliar to Nightjar, but this was the first time he'd ever been really close and personal with them. The den front was rather open and accessible, but the pups weren't permitted to go to the trees by themselves. Now that he was close, Nightjar stood up again and pressed his face against the rough bark of the nearest trunk, then passed it sidelong, rubbing the entire length of his body against it and leaving behind a few downy hairs.