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Truly, his posturing had almost nothing to do with rank and everything to do with inciting Finley. Nightjar didn't care so much where on the totem pole he was, so long as he got to do what he enjoyed doing. That seemed to be the case most of the time. So as soon as his godmother responded to his challenge with one of her own, the boy sank his chest to the ground and waved his tail high in the air above him.

It took only moments to go from this to defensive. His hindquarters dropped and he morphed seamlessly into the picture of a defensive wolf, with his head low and his neck well protected by his squared shoulders. He flashed his teeth threateningly, knowing Finley well enough to know she would take no offence to this display, and the skin on the bridge of his nose wrinkled back. His eyes were not as wide as they would've been if this was a real fight, but still they blazed with a fighter's passion.

For once, the young Redhawk gave Finley the first move.