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Finley wasted no time in charging forward, a shock to Nightjar, who was expecting something more subtle. Most of the adults fought in that manner: tactical, with strategic moves. Not him. He didn't care what damage he took so long as he won, and he found the most direct route to be the best one.

But when Finley turned his own style against him, Nightjar didn't falter as expected. He was getting older and therefore smarter, however marginally. He lumbered forward as well, meeting her head on in a clash that would vibrate every bone in his body. He was like a bear—a big, stupid bear that came at others time and time again from the front and always the front. Predictable, but that didn't matter with the amount of strength he had. A wolf could predict what he would do all day, but if Nightjar caught them, it would still be game over for them (so he believed).

His jaws yawned wide as he closed the gap between himself and Finley, and when he was close enough—when the two bull-like charges brought them into close proximity—he lashed out for her muzzle with restrained teeth. He would grasp but not cut, as he always did with pack mates.