Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

For a short while, nothing happened. Finley didn't magically appear like she seemed to often do. After shooting a questioning look back at Peregrine, who tried to hide his amusement, Nightjar almost gave up. His ears wilted and he turned back toward the den, hoping his dad would at least engage him in a quick wrestling match, but then the sound of paws made him whirl around again, and there she was!

"Ann Fuhlee!!" he exclaimed, completely ignoring the deer leg she'd brought in favour of her presence. Her nickname for him was a new one that he definitely enjoyed, even though he had no idea what a ninja was, or how unlike a ninja he would be. "Figh'!" he demanded, prancing on the spot for a moment before dropping his chest to the ground.

Unlike normal instances of play, where Nightjar would typically bound off in the opposite direction, this time he bristled and growled and lashed his tail. If it wasn't so damn adorable, it would be frightening. He was far from frightening, but his intent was definitely clear: he wanted a play fight, a real one, complete with bruises and bumps!