Redhawk Caldera giraffes are unable to cough.

Today saw Nightjar at the tip-top of the Caldera, where the land sloped down into the basin and the water lapped at the stony shore. After many, many weeks, the boy had finally run out of trees to mark, and now set his sights on other things, like rocks and ferns and pretty much anything he could pee on without falling over.

The lake, however, was proving to be a bit trickier than trees. No matter how many times he peed at the water's edge, the scent wouldn't persist. As he wasn't quite clever enough to realize it was because his urine was dispersing into the water, Nightjar continued to try, usually wobbling dangerously as he tried to balance on the decline. Standing on three legs was hard enough on flatter ground, but here it was especially difficult.

Still, the proud young Warrior was proving adept enough at it. He hadn't fallen yet, which was an accomplishment in and of itself. As he spritzed the lakeside and turned once more to investigate (and once more discovered that it hadn't worked), he caught sight of Finley striding along the inner basin. Never one to pass up an opportunity to train, Nightjar immediately returned his fourth leg to the ground and began to trot after her. As he drew closer, he did his very best impression of Peregrine by throwing his tail and ears skyward and tilting his snout up... but rather than speaking as his father would've done, Nightjar rumbled instead.