Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

Finley obliged him, albeit with a spoken warning. Nightjar pricked his right ear, listening intently and trying to decipher the meaning of all she said, but some of the words were much too large. Still, he latched onto these words in particular, intrigued by them and, without knowing their meaning, he boldly proclaimed, "yeah! Burr-figh'in extra dinner!" In other words, he wasn't afraid!

To prove his mettle, the boy began the fight by rushing toward Finley. There was nothing at all subtle about it. Tactics would never be his forte, and he would always be a forthright fighter, possibly predictable but also unstoppable. Finley's head was low enough for the fast-growing Nightjar to reach her brow, so that was where he aimed his wide open jaws. He would never intentionally hurt his aunt, but scrapes bruises didn't count as hurting, right?