Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Fox's explanation that a nightjar was a teeny tiny bird made the wolf Nightjar's brow furrow. He certainly wasn't teeny tiny. He was dumb about a lot of things but his size was one thing he inherently understood. Before he could even think to ask about it, his mother was explaining traditions and the question slipped out of his head.

When invited for a drink, the brain-weary Nightjar clambered to his feet and followed readily. Wildfire continued shooting off questions for Fox while Raven remained silent, haunting them like her middle name suggested. Nightjar fell in beside his tall and dark sister, giving Fox and her lookalike child some space to talk while he lost himself in the action of walking, smelling, hearing and seeing the world as they went.