Redhawk Caldera Hello, gorgeous

Ah. The medic. Nightjar had seen fleeting glimpses of the man, but made no effort to get to know him. Peregrine's distaste toward the wolf that falsely promised his condition would be temporary was palpable and Nightjar, ever a pack wolf with a devotion to his family, shared in it. Without reason, of course. He'd never met Ashton, but surely if ever it happened, it would either be amusing or tragic.

"My ear never worked. I'm fine," he agreed, flapping it briefly. He didn't remember what had caused it. Nobody really knew whether he'd been born with it or whether Wildfire herself had caused it. She'd popped his eardrum, but there was something wrong on the level of nerves and electrical impulses even before that, unbeknownst to anyone. Nightjar Redhawk never would've heard even if his sister's voice had been gentler. It hardly bothered him, though. The biggest problem came from patrolling... and for that reason, he always patrolled with his right ear outward, counter-clockwise. An eye was a much bigger deal but Nightjar knew that his father could figure it out. He lived with a bum ear and it was barely noticeable.

"He's stupid," Nightjar reminded Wildfire blatantly. "Dad deserves to attack him." He'd lied to the alpha male. From the sounds of things, he'd said for sure things would improve, and yet Peregrine was still mostly blind in his eye. Why should they, loyal children of the alpha, warn such a wolf about his likely fate? Nightjar thought he should be punished for it, not warned. Not physically harmed, of course—Ashton was a pack mate after all—but reminded that he was the lowest of the low. Peregrine deserved this, or so the very literal Nightjar believed.

Still, he plodded after his sister dutifully when she suggested they go to find him, though it was for his own reasons. Nightjar wasn't capable of thinking or formulating very well, but he was thinking now... thinking that he would beat the crap out of Ashton on their father's behalf if they did find him.