Redhawk Caldera Don't tell me I'm fine

Nightjar almost made a comment about how she was puny and he wasn't to counter her argument that the danger level was the same for both of them, but he faltered when she gave him the lead. Admittedly, the feral boy had no reason to believe his sister would snatch this opportunity from him—she'd never done it before—and that generosity alone made evident his jealousy. He wasn't ashamed or remorseful, but he softened just a little.

As indicated by Wildfire, Nightjar took the lead. He plodded on for seven minutes before pausing, and the whole time, his head was lifted and his eyes were focused forward. They only had a thin scent in the air to go by rather than signs of a coyote already being here, so they were now relying on their eyes. Well, he was anyway. His only good ear was fixated on his sister, so he was basically deaf up front, leaving only his nose and eyes to guide him. Luckily, Nightjar had incredible eyesight, like most wolves. And there, striding across the plains toward the caldera, was the very creature they sought.

Though slow on his feet and unlikely to catch the coyote, Nightjar lurched into a lumbering gallop anyway with a vicious growl building in his chest. He might not be able to catch it like he wanted to, but it would be stupid to not flee when two nearly grown wolves were clearly making a beeline for it.