Redhawk Caldera Mama said knock you out

Her teasing was literal to him, so he turned his head around as far as he could to examine his rear. It didn't seem to be any bigger than the rest of him, so when he looked back to his mother, his expression was puzzled, but she quickly went on to speak of fighting wolves and his expression smoothed out.

Fighting wolves seemed to be all about flipping them over, or at least that's what he heard. Get them on the ground, you win. So far, Nightjar had done most of his fighting with the aim of making another concede defeat verbally. This was the first time he'd heard of a proper way to win a fight. He liked the power it implied. It surely took a strong wolf to squish or flip another. He would keep it in mind as a reminder of why Warriors had to be powerful. He doubted he'd be snaking his way under anyone to flip them, but he could surely make them buckle with a relentless onslaught.

"Show me!" Nightjar demanded. Fox could play the big bad outsider and Nightjar could flip her over! He didn't realize how unlikely it was that he would win this challenge. As far as he knew, the good wolves always won, so if he was the good wolf, then he would win!