Redhawk Caldera Kangaroo court

Like much of Wildfire's initial statement, what she said now went in one ear and out the other. Dumb though he was, Nightjar wasn't particularly susceptible to pleading or bribery, which made him an excellent warden. Unfortunately for Wildfire, it made him a pretty shoddy relative. He did falter when she said she hadn't had time to say her goodbyes, but his brow furrowed and his resolve hardened. She could easily summon those she wanted to say goodbye to, outside the caldera, like anyone else. Of her indecision, he had no thoughts, because the pervading thought would've been, why did you need to talk then. She'd called him here, and now he was making her choice for her, whether she liked it or not.

Expressing even the faintest hint of disloyalty was enough reason for Nightjar.

So he continued to advance, spurred on by her retreat, with that same intimidating expression that promised a greater threat if she refused. Wildfire was no longer a Redhawk Caldera wolf and Nightjar would be damned if he didn't send her on her way. This was what Peregrine and Fox would've wanted, anyway. He didn't believe his parents would want Wildfire sticking around with disloyal thoughts in her head, especially with a new brood in the making. Of course, Nightjar had no idea what his parents wanted, but if he was them, it was this.

He punctuated his next step with a growl, a low and ominous sound that might as well have said, beat it.