Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

With his fur still standing on end, Nightjar nodded sagely, even though he didn't really get it. What was he supposed to do, outscare his opponent? He was much too small for that! Then again, Nightjar wasn't the type of wolf who didn't believe in himself, so even if it seemed like a bad idea at first, he knew he would follow Finley's advice even if it got him killed. Let's be honest, it probably would if he had to fight anyone before his first birthday.

Finley encouraged him to come again, and like before, Nightjar charged without any forethought. As it turned out, thinking about anything wasn't exactly his forte. It would become less so the older he got. There was no point wasting time thinking when you could be doing, which was his creed from now and forever. Again he came on with widely parted jaws, making exactly the same attack he'd made the first time and proving that he was lacking in the creativity and variability departments.