Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

Nightjar whirled around when Peregrine called his name, and when told to watch, he did so obediently. He veritably stared as Peregrine paced next to one of the trees and then lifted a leg. It was like flipping a little switch in his head that informed him whether a behaviour was proper for a wolf or not, and whether he would be expected to do it later or not. "Later" came much sooner than anticipated, for when the Alpha finished marking, he invited his son to do the same.

Little Nightjar moved to do as his father asked. He approached the exact spot that Peregrine had marked, sniffed at the pungent ground, and then turned his side to the tree. He sought his father's gaze for a moment before he unsteadily lifted his hind leg. It took almost a full minute of rocking on the spot and correcting his balance before he managed to prop his haunch against the bark, and then he loosed the entire contents of his bladder to mimic Peregrine, albeit very inefficiently and very unsteadily. When he was finished, he dropped his leg and promptly stepped in the puddle, which brought a look of discomfort to his face.

"Ewwwwwwewwww," he complained, waddling away from the tree and shaking out his hind foot as he went.