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He almost took the opportunity to sling a leg over Wildfire's shoulders. Almost. It was a dominant behaviour, though, and while Nightjar was coming to an age where he would begin to test the more dominant canines of the pack, he knew his place and it was below her. Maybe another time when he was more in the mood to spar and less in the mood to socialize normally, he would try pushing his sister's buttons. Jockeying for rank was healthy either way he looked at it. Surely Wildfire would agree, but maybe not today.

He was spared having to think about it any longer when she asked about Ashton. He fixed her with a blank look and responded with, "who's that?" Almost immediately his back tingled and the rougher guard hairs shifted slightly. The unfamiliar name brought with it the image of an unfamiliar wolf, and anyone unfamiliar was a threat in Nightjar's books, even if they were a member of the pack. Wildfire explained her reasons for wanting to find this Ashton, and while it was probably a valid concern, Nightjar himself thought it was pretty obvious to everyone else that Peregrine was in a shitty mood, and also thought his father deserved to give someone a beatdown. Unfortunately, Redhawk Caldera did not have a wolf that filled the role of omega. Maybe this unfamiliar man Wildfire spoke of could become that.

It was evident enough from her brother's stormy expression that he would've started the process himself if Ashton was anywhere to be found.