Redhawk Caldera Mama said knock you out

He planned to have another go at the goose, and probably earn another bleeding wound or two, when Fox moved in the background. His good ear immediately locked onto her and he turned halfway, only to spot her and relax. There was no one in the pack that frightened or intimidated Nightjar, at least not in a threatening sort of way. The leaders were intimidating because they were leaders, but he certainly wasn't a shy boy, so that was never much of a problem. Still, to hear a sound behind him while he was still recovering was always alarming.

He rumbled affectionately in his throat and pressed up against his mother's side. Nightjar was the last child to be wholly weaned, but he was still a bit of a clingy child in his own way, particularly with Fox. He was excited to know that he was over half her height now, and actually not terribly far from reaching her height. Soon enough, he would tower over her like Peregrine. 

"T'anks, ma!" he said, drumming his forepaws against the ground. If not for that, he might've been able to look like a small adult, but his excitement still leaked out into physical actions. He angled his snout up and lapped at her chin deferentially before asking, "would you do it differen'?"