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His blow connected, though he wasn't able to get much of a grip, possibly due to Lusa pulling away to avoid Wildfire's attack. Contrary to his previous reaction to Wildfire's involvement in his wardening, Nightjar was glad to see her. Chasing these imbeciles out of the caldera's vicinity was definitely a group effort, and the more wolves present, the easier a time they'd have. He didn't fault her for putting Lusa out of a range, either; she'd simultaneously made it impossible for the elder wolf to counterattack him.

When Lusa turned to beat a retreat into the woods, Nightjar lurched after her, but came to a halt when she howled on the run. Even a downright idiotic wolf knew better than to run deeper into enemy territory with potential reinforcements on the way, and Nightjar was more in-tune with wolfish nature than most. Getting himself surrounded in pursuit of Lusa was detrimental to the health of his pack, and would probably end up with him killed. His one-track mind spurred him onward to fight some more, but he heeded his instincts and drew back.

From here, with a few seconds to spare and make a decision, he turned his eyes to Wildfire. She was smarter by far, and a much more promising tactician than Nightjar himself. He was like a cleaver, happy to go in and attack willy-nilly, but he knew in this situation it wasn't smart. For once, charging in wasn't his go-to. Consulting his smarter sister was a better idea, and he turned to her for guidance.