Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

Nightjar's hasty escape brought a laugh to Finley's lips.  Her vicious snarly face quickly became one of joy as she panted, tilting her head to one side to peer at the nervous little wolf.  "Okay, Ninja, here's your first lesson--" she began, crawling on her belly a couple inches nearer to him, "More often than not, when you fight a bad guy, they're going to fight back.  You can move out of the way to dodge them, but if you run away scared when they come at you, you're never going to win the fight."

It was likely terrible advice.  He was what - a foot tall?  Probably not the best age to encourage to face his enemies instead of running away.  But Fin had no concept of such as she instructed the mini-warrior, which is why she lifted herself up slightly and gave him another menacing little growl.  "Now come at me, buddy!" she encouraged him with a wag of her tail and a playful narrowing of her eyes.