Redhawk Caldera I wanna party and fly

Though his mind remained on women and how he could proposition one to let him practice on them for the majority of the morning and early afternoon, eventually, Nightjar began to think of other things. Well, thinking was a bit of a long shot. The boy rarely thought of anything except "pumping iron", or in other words, sparring, hunting and running. But it was enough to take his mind off his red rocket, and as he rounded the southern borders, he was beginning to feel relatively normal again. The subconscious memory of his dream from the night before no longer held his immature loins in thrall, and the joy of patrolling coupled with the fresh, crisp air cleared up his head.

But then he remembered that the pack was roiling with unspoken trouble, and his shoulders pinched together with tension. He stopped and shook himself, and gazed inadvertently across the valley to the far mountains. That was apparently where Wildfire had settled down. He genuinely hoped his sister was well, as well as Raven. Though he'd been the one to crassly toss her out—and he still didn't have the emotional capacity to really regret doing what he thought was the right thing—he held no ill feelings and wanted the best for her.

Snorting fondly, the thick male turned and headed deeper into the territory. @Fox had seen Wildfire recently, if he remembered right, and thinking of his sister drove him to seek out his mother to ask about her.