Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

Yes, this boy would make a good warrior one day - or a warden, or both. There was a great amount of fire inside of him, and as Njal already had identified this, he was only a little surprised when the boy's next attack was of a more voracious nature. Breaking from his thoughts of the past, Njal focused properly upon the game. 

He saw the attack coming and had time to counter it, or at least to avoid it, but Njal also knew the desperation within Nightjar; he saw the boy's dire expression and knew he had to give in. The first feignt was expected, and Njal followed it with ease. Nightjar was fumbling towards him at a greater speed than before, and with more insistence, his teeth snapping close to Njal's rear end - so he waved his tail, and in that instant, the boy came to an abrupt stop and grabbed.

There was a pinch as the kid's teeth sank in to a strong hold upon Njal's precious tail, and he grit his teeth to prevent himself from yelping. "Ayy!" He all but bellowed, turning around in a way that let him face the boy. The section of Njal's tail which wasn't held by the pup wiggled a little, as if that would free him. "Okay, okay, you got me! Well done -" That hurts, jeeze.