Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

The boy took him up on the offer, which was fully expected. No boy could resist the call to battle - Njal had been the same way, his brothers too. He had hoped his sons would have been just as eager to learn -

Nightjar was barrelling at him suddenly, charging straight for the old man. It wasn't the best tactic when one wanted to be precise. Njal's thoughts faded quickly, replaced by the need to adjust and avoid. While Nightjar was practically running in to Njal, the silver man turned his body so that the boy would collide with his shoulder - or bypass him entirely - and side-stepped quickly. 

If Nightjar continued to use his bull-rush, they'd make it back to the rendezvous site pretty quickly - and Njal doubted the boy could grab his tail if he was so keen on using this tactic. 

With a deep chuckle rolling from his chest, Njal reached with his snout and booped Nightjar as he went stampeding past him. "Is that all you've got?"