Redhawk Caldera I wanna party and fly

If Nightjar had indeed been cut from the same cloth as his lovely little sister, there was little evidence of it in his response. Shar-Kali could not hide her disdain completely, but downgraded from lip curl to frown - he held a higher rank, though she could not imagine how such a travesty had come to pass. He was a boy at the height of pubescent confusion; what sane parent would put such a creature in charge of anything except keeping his penis under control?

"Shar-Kali," the elder replied, turning her sharp, inquisitve stare on the Nerd, whatever that was. unlike his brazen packmate - or brother, perhaps? - this boy was a wobbly jelly tot of a wolf despite his size. "Your name is Nerd?" Shar-Kali asked, showing her age.