We both know we can't go without it

They'd made it nearly a mile already. Nightjar parted from Pantaleimon's side briefly to skirt around a wayward boulder, which he marked as well, then rejoined the pale sylph-like wolf. By now they were reaching the scrubbiest part of the pack's borderlands, where the ground was dotted with stiff shrubs and bushes and trees were few and far between. Having never been here, Nightjar paused momentarily to survey the air and the ground with his nose, all the while twitching his good ear every few seconds for unfamiliar sounds.

There was no trouble on the border today and not even a coyote stirred among the shrubs, so he continued walking just as Pantaleimon asked about fighting with his siblings. The most intense fights he'd had with either Raven or Wildfire were still just practice fights. Nothing serious had ever occurred between them, though at times Nightjar did feel neglected or forgotten by his sisters, who seemed to spend a hell of a lot more time together than either of them did with him. It was one of his few non-instinctual feelings, but it was also rare that he noticed it affecting him. It certainly wasn't big enough to pick a fight over.

"No, just practice," he rumbled as he stopped and very suddenly rolled over onto his back. His tank was feeling a little empty, but he knew this was effective in its own way. His hair would remain on the ground, tangled with the rough foliage, and that would serve as enough of a marking for any wolf that was, well, a wolf. "I don't have things to fight over," he said, and the concept of it puzzled him immensely. Wildfire believed she owned the badger den, for instance, and he didn't understand that either. Anyone could go into the badger den, so it wasn't really hers, at least in his opinion. But in his opinion, everything and anything was communal and possessions didn't make sense, so that definitely coloured his views.