Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

To Nightjar, this was all a great success. Normally when he followed someone, they turned to face him as soon as he gave himself away, but this wolf seemed oblivious to him. The boy pitched his working ear further forward and sped up, crunching twigs and stones underfoot without a care in the world where he placed his paws. Obviously, Njal didn't hear him no matter how loud he was.

Njal had heard him, though, and was playing Nightjar like a fiddle. When the much older wolf turned to inspect a tree, the cub side-stepped sloppily out of his line of sight and hunched his shoulders. While his main purpose for stalking Njal was a mystery even to him, he observed readily the elder male's behaviour. He would copy it later, but right now the old wolf was vulnerable and Nightjar had the element of surprise (or so he thought).

With a growl that hung somewhere between playful and ferocious, the three month old charged Njal's swaying tail with the intent of knocking the man off balance. If he could prove that he was able to sneak up on and beat up (read: spar with, since he was a pack mate after all) an adult, his parents would make him a master Warrior and Warden for sure!