Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

Finley definitely didn't disappoint. Nightjar naturally expected an easy fight, mostly because he was obviously the better of the two. Finley was no contest! Sure, she fought bears and trekked up and down the entire Caldera every day, but he was Nightjar, best warrior who ever lived! He could best her with both eyes closed and three paws tied behind his back.

She was good, though. Very good. She expertly dodged each of his attacks, which came in surprising succession but were painfully predictable. Nightjar didn't know that not varying his attacks would cause him to lose, so again and again he aimed to nip her brow, and again and again Finley ducked out of his way. She did it more easily the more times he did it, but his powers of observation weren't exactly sharp, so he didn't notice.

Soon, she countered him. She loomed her larger head over his own and spliced open her jaws, revealing sharp teeth and a splotchy wolf tongue. It had the intended effect—Nightjar's heart beat wildly as he scrambled to escape. He barely made it, but he did, slow and clumsy as he was. Barely even a foot away, he turned to face his godmother again with his fur on end from the brief spike of fear and adrenaline.