We both know we can't go without it

Nightjar frequently left the rendezvous site, which was very naughty of him, but today he was being particularly more naughty than usual. Normally he remained well within the Caldera's territory when he wandered, but today he was at the borders, an obviously dangerous place for a puppy to be. He didn't think it was very dangerous for a "masterful" Warrior like himself, but that opinion wasn't shared by most adults in the pack. He was sure to be found soon, for there was almost always someone watching him, but for now he lingered there with his chest inflated.

He just wanted to be like the other Wardens of the pack. If he wasn't able to tend the borders, then he couldn't be a Warden, and he wanted very much to be both Warden and Warrior. Besides, Fox had taken Wildfire out of the territory not long ago, so Nightjar naively thought this was perfectly okay, which is why he'd gone this far in the first place.

The young Redleaf-DiSarinno sniffed around the base of one of many rocks that were drenched in the scents of any wolf who happened to come along the borders. The myriad of scents was so interesting to him that, although he knew almost everyone they belonged to, he spent a full minute inspecting the stone with his nose before he began walking again, this time parallel to the borders.