Redhawk Caldera [m] Kamikaze

Just as Peregrine instructed right before leaving, Nightjar did his very best to stuff his face. It wasn't hard. He was porky, bulky, and overly eager about eating most of the time. He was the poster child for dual Warden and Warrior trades in his future, though, so this was understandable. He was still pulling strips of flesh off the doe, albeit slowly due to the cramping in his stomach from eating too much, when his father returned with a stranger in tow.

Strangers didn't bother Nightjar. For whatever reason, he instinctively understood that any wolf in the company of his father was an unlikely threat. Peregrine could neutralize them in a split second if necessary, and of course, Nightjar was also notably unafraid. He feared stupid things like butterflies and feathers, but never another wolf. He was on his feet instantly, boldly sauntering toward Junior with his little chest puffed competitively.

When she said hi, he chirped, "hey, you!" right back. He opened his mouth to demand a play fight when suddenly the black female was a blur and chaos erupted. He was only a little puppy, but his brain, at least the part of it governed by instinct, moved very quickly to analyse the situation. She was going for Wildfire.

Putting as much effort as he could into it, Nightjar screeched, "hey!" and charged, completely unaware of the fact that Junior would actually kill him if she got the chance. His only thought was to protect his sister from this much larger opponent... but surely it was a game, right? Surely she would admit defeat when he rammed into her leg, just like the other adults did... right?