Redhawk Caldera A picnic plan for you and me.

Njal snorted softly at the description of this female, but he held any derisive comments to himself. However the woman managed to survive in to adulthood was a mystery he would have to ask her directly - if he cared enough - and the fact that she was going to be a mother seemed just as surprising. "Then it is good you found me," He finally stated, his rocky voice oddly cheerful, "Because you'll need to keep a weathered eye out for mischief - especially if the mother is a known bear chaser." Imagine that. The future of the Caldera being led to an early demise because of a young fool eager to chase down a bear, or some other danger. Hopefully Finley's children wouldn't inherit such brazen tactics.

"Wildfire reminds me of you." Njal's abrupt statement was appended with a little shrug, and a squint, as if he were thinking hard. "Well, not entirely like you. She's very red - but she's also very quiet. I don't recall you being very quiet." But then, Njal hadn't known Fox in her infancy. Perhaps she got her subdued nature from the father, Peregrine? "And Nightjar.." That boy was a miniature warrior, and truly reminded the old man of his son. He couldn't quite make himself say it, though, and took on a grim expression for a few moments.. Lost in thought. When he broke out of that pause, the shadow was gone from him. "Nightjar will make a fine warrior one day, I'm sure of it."