Redhawk Caldera Hello, gorgeous

I'm always down for NJ threads!

P.S. I enjoyed the realistic canine behaviors described in your post. It's great imagery. ^__^

Her ears twitched when she heard approaching footfalls. A masculine scent drifted her way, though it didn't belong to Ashton. She turned even as Nightjar sidled up next to her like her larger shadow, his snout knocking against hers in a friendly greeting. She greeted him in return by whipping her black tail back and forth, thumping his hip with it, and nipping ever so delicately at the long, rabbit-soft fur lining his ruff.

"Have you seen Ashton?" she wondered, then realized Nightjar might demand to know why she was looking for the Healer. "I, uh, wanted to warn him not to go near dad. He already wants to kill him and he's in an especially grouchy mood right now." Smooth save! she thought to herself, pretty sure Nightjar wasn't the type to over-analyze her words. He would likely take her explanation at face value.