Redhawk Caldera All my down and outs

Jaws complied easily with Nightjar's brief show of possessive dominance. He fell back and wrung back his ears, and the pup's quick aggression ended instantaneously. He settled back down over his stick with his eyes fixed on Jaws, warning the adult away. This behaviour would be made more delicate over the course of his life until he was firm but not overbearing, but for right now, he relished the victory.

Of course, being a very young wolf, Nightjar's mind was prone to changing. Although he had warded Jaws away from the stick just moments prior, now he stood on his wobbly legs, stooped to slowly pick it up, and laboriously dragged it to the older male's feet, where he dropped it. His thin tail swayed behind him as he looked up at Jaws and lolled his tongue, his body language now saying, it's all yours.

As though to solidify this offer of friendship, Nightjar stood on his tippy toes and reached for the tall black wolf's throat, which he licked appeasingly before padding off toward Fox.