We both know we can't go without it

A mouse scurried across their path, causing the younger wolf to start. He took a stutter step forward, almost giving in to the sudden urge to chase it, but he regained control of his body when Pantaleimon spoke just behind him. He shook his head. He was supposed to be guarding the borders. He couldn't go running off after mice!

Lolling his tongue, the wolf redoubled his efforts and picked up his pace. At the same time, he glanced over at Panteleimon, who had just used a totally unfamiliar word. "What's a siren?" he asked. It had something to do with sisters. He caught that much. Beyond that, he didn't know what made a siren different from a sister. Maybe a siren was like a super sister. That would be pretty cool. But Nightjar found it hard to believe that a wolf could be more than just a wolf, and so he didn't really know how a sister could become a super sister if they were a wolf. They'd need special powers and wolves couldn't have those.

His logic was definitely flawed in favour of nature, which was unfortunate for his imagination, which shriveled up a little bit more every day.

When asked about his own siblings, Nightjar stopped for the first time in his patrol and lifted his broadening shoulders into a shrug. "They don't spend time with me," he said, a little sadly. Wildfire and Raven seemed to spend a lot of time together, but it was rare that they ever sought him out. To be fair, he didn't often seek them out either. Maybe he would change that, or maybe he would continue spending all his time training. It would probably largely depend on how Pantaleimon responded.