Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

Damn, he'd been outed. The wolf dropped from the tree and turned in a quick, tight circle, evading Nightjar's blow altogether and halting the pup in his tracks. Whatever Njal had been about to say fell on deaf ears, for the cub was too busy looking for another opening to even notice the guardian speaking. He twisted this way and that on the spot, picking up and setting down his broad front paws with impatience as he sought another way to catch this man off guard and win the spar... that is, until Njal spoke more than a half-word and Nightjar looked up to see his stern expression.

"I'm a Warden!" Nightjar announced. It wasn't really true, but then, it was sort of true. He was training to be a Warden (and a Warrior) and that was good enough, right? Njal told him he should be somewhere else and Nightjar proudly nodded, but didn't budge when the guardian told him to come. Instead, he scrunched up his face into his most menacing snarl and declared, "I challenge you!"

For you see, Nightjar wasn't so belligerent as to absolutely refuse to follow Njal, but what little cleverness he had, he would employ to stall. There was nothing to do at the rendezvous site. It was hardly fitting practice for such a strong and capable child. This, this was much better for him, and in all his infinite wisdom, he had decided that this was what he wanted to do today. Stubbornness would root him here as long as he could keep his feet on the ground.