Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

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Whatever the cause of his deafness was, it was clear in all that he did that it didn't affect him very much. His left side would always be more susceptible to attack than his right, and he would never make a splendid gamekeeper because of it, but he wasn't interested in hunting for a living anyway. Fighting was his forte, and so long as Nightjar could see his opponent, he needn't yearn for the ability to hear on his left side.

Fox laid the issue to rest by dropping her snout to her forelegs, and Nightjar decided it was time to do a patrol. Peregrine was taking longer to rise than the boy expected and there were things to do, things that required his attention more than his father. Fox was watching over him. So Nightjar left the hunk of muscle lying in his spot and he rose, shaking out his fur and heading meaningfully away from the rendezvous site. From past experience and his own predictability, his mother would probably know he was heading out on patrol, so there was no need to announce it as he departed.