Redhawk Caldera Bringin' home a baby bumblebee

Within a few days of their introduction to the rendezvous site, the Redleaf-DiSarinno pups had established a routine of sorts. They knew when food would be brought, and spent a lot of their time exploring the vast site, often out of sight of one another and the adults. Nightjar had taken the longest to wander away from the centre of the clearing, proving himself to be a very social young wolf who preferred to be around others than away from them. His reluctance to wander away did wane eventually, however, and soon enough he was disappearing into the trees regularly.

It wasn't for naught, though. Nightjar had rubbed his fluffy body against almost half the trees surrounding the rendezvous site. He spent hours meticulously circling each trunk and depositing tufts of his downy hair wherever it happened to snag. Sometimes the rough bark would tug his firmer hairs and he would wince, but he was quickly learning to ignore that. Occasionally, the boy would unsteadily hike a leg like Peregrine had shown him and would pee on the base of a tree, but he was unable to mark most of the trees this way, as he couldn't yet control his bladder well enough.

He was mid-piss when a masculine bark made him lift his head and perk his good ear. He dropped his leg before he was finished and began to run, soaking his left thigh in the process while his bladder finished emptying itself. He tore up the hill, his tall ears flopping comically, and excitedly acknowledged the Beta with a shriek of, "Elwoot!"