Redhawk Caldera Don't tell me I'm fine

It was a blustery day, but that wasn't enough to keep Nightjar away from the borders. He plodded dutifully along them, as he did every single day, with his head up and his good ear twisted backward. The bad one, as always, hung to the side. It was a disadvantage, as he couldn't listen to his front and rear at the same time, but his eyes were sharp and his nose was good, so he relied on those while patrolling.

The land just outside the caldera was quiet, at least here on the western side. A porcupine ambled along in the plains not far away, but otherwise there was hardly a sign of life. It made for a boring day for Nightjar, but almost all his days were boring. He had yet to intercept a real threat, which was disappointing. His sisters were progressing in their respective trades while he just trudged along, every morning, and got nowhere.

But the disappointment was fleeting, at least, since action and the physical world always took over, and now there was the smell of a coyote on the wind, but no sign of it yet.