Redhawk Caldera Sequestration

Hopefully in the spring. That seemed like a very long time from now. They'd just barely got into autumn, and Nightjar didn't know how many seasons there were between autumn and spring. The adults frequently spoke of winter, but for all he knew, there was more than that. He turned the thought over and over in his mind that there would be puppies eventually, but he had himself convinced he'd be pretty old by then.

Peregrine's next question begged a response, so Nightjar simply said, "yes." He was looking forward to having young siblings to teach how to fight and how to walk the borders, like Peregrine had taught him. He was also looking forward to ensuring his siblings had the best of everything at the expense of that other puppy in the pack, or any others that might occur between then and now. Nightjar wasn't a nice guy, that was for sure. "Will they fight?" he wondered. Hadn't he always been a fighter? Was it possible to tell? These questions came to mind but he had not the brains to adequately answer them.