Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

As other wolves arrived, Nightjar moved between them, greeting them with either bumps of his jaw or steely looks depending on the position he felt they deserved. Notably, he paused in place to regard Elwood Jr. with a cold stare, and when he turned away, it was with a ripple of his hackles and the stiffening of his tail to betray his discomfort. That he hadn't been to visit Elwood Jr. was no mistake. Nightjar hadn't overlooked him; rather, the male wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He wasn't family and he wasn't an alpha's child, which immediately made him unsanctioned in the eyes of the feral wolf.

He relaxed when Peregrine began giving orders and accepted his wordlessly. The tip of his tail swept the air, the base remained still, and his ears fanned to the sides as the first group headed out into the herd. Nightjar's excitement was evident in the way he alternately panted and formed a thin line with his mouth, and when the second party began loping in the wake of the first, he followed eagerly. No one needed to tell him what to do. He need only consult his wild ancestry to know.

The elk herd split like billiard balls and the male picked up his pace, following at a short distance and awaiting the moment that Wildfire, Pantaleimon, Fox and Raven selected their target.