Redhawk Caldera giraffes are unable to cough.

The faint scent of Finley's young child was woven delicately through her fur, so when she moved her head he briefly caught it and his muscles tightened ever-so-slightly. That he hadn't been to visit Elwood Jr. wasn't a mistake; in fact, Nightjar disliked the thought of a child that wasn't part of his bloodline, instinctively in-tune with the way things were meant to be when an alpha pair ruled the land, and had avoided him solely for that reason. The thought of him bothered Nightjar even though they'd never once laid eyes on each other. That Finley and Elwood were the betas didn't change anything, for if it was Nightjar's pack to rule, any non-blood children would be gutted.

But nobody knew about his thoughts on it, and if anyone was offended that Nightjar showed no interest in the pack's youngest member, they never voiced it. So instead of dwelling on the scent, he parted from his aunt with a chuff and headed away in the direction of the borders. After a spar like that he was in the mood to stretch his legs and a good run around the perimeter was the best way, in his opinion.