Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

Whatever Peregrine was saying, he was saying it with a note of pride, which was something Nightjar understood very well. He beamed back at his father, unimaginably happy that he'd made him proud with his fairly poor effort to mark the tree. Whatever. Eventually, he would be a professional pissing machine if he kept at it!

Speaking of which, Nightjar eagerly agreed to keep going with cries of, "gen! Gen!" He was unable to contribute anything more to their marking effort, having emptied his entire bladder already, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to squeeze one last drop out of his empty tank just for Peregrine's approval.