Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

He half-expected to miss again, so when Nightjar's jaws closed over the male's fluffy tail, he froze for a moment. His teeth remained shut even as the guardian began to wiggle what remained exposed of his tail, and for the briefest instant, Nightjar had the overwhelming urge to try to rip it off. It faded immediately upon remembering that Njal was a pack mate and not an enemy, and he promptly let go as soon as that thought occurred to him.

He didn't apologize, though, because he was young and also because apologized was for wimps. He wasn't a wimp! And so he stood proudly and smiled at the Warden, but didn't celebrate or gloat. He could do that later when he was with his siblings.

Speaking of which, they were almost to the edge of the rendezvous site, and Nightjar hadn't even introduced himself to the poor older wolf he'd been assaulting.  He turned on his huge paws and, still smiling broadly, said, "'m Nightjar! I'm gonna be a grea' Warrior an' a Warden!" Nevermind that he'd claimed to already be a Warden. He'd already forgotten that. "So you'll train me?" he asked excitedly.

For Peregrine was the best Warden, but Njal had climbed rapidly to second best, and being trained by the best two Wardens in the pack was more than Nightjar could've ever asked for.