Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

Nightjar dutifully heeded his Aunt's words, as terrible of an idea it was to do so.  But, that was the risk of learning to fight from Aunt Fuh-lee.  Hopefully someone would step in to set the boy straight before he went barreling straight at rabid coyote or a super pissed off wolverine (though for the record, Finley had done both of those things as a child and had managed to survive, though her babysitter had definitely lost a couple chunks of fur).


Finley grinned as the little Redleaf came running at her.  It was an obvious move that she could easily have avoided, but that was a lesson for next time.  Right now it was more important that he be confident, so Fin merely turned her head a little so that he would crash into her shoulder - at which point she would proceed to tumble over as though Nightjar had successfully bulldozed right over her.