Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

As if Nightjar would take his responsibility seriously! Those pups would have fouler mouths than their father if he had much to do with it, though he grinned and shuffled a paw across the ground as though to say, yeah, yeah. As long as they didn't turn out like Elwood Jr. and showed him a hefty amount of big brother respect and admiration, there would be zero problems with the new batch of pups. Otherwise, well, their first word might just be "shitbag".

"Later homes," he called, choosing to take the opportunity to seek some rest in the shade of the rendezvous site, where he might be able to consider the best way to proposition a woman. Despite being all grown up, Nightjar had never truly left it, and this was reminiscent of when he'd been a young tyke completely reluctant to give up on mother's milk. There was simply nowhere else he was more comfortable, and when he arrived, he did very little thinking about women at all and instead, promptly began to doze off and snore.