Redhawk Caldera No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots

"Let 'em try!" snorted Nightjar, who wholly believed it would take more than four pups to force him off a cliff. He was bulky and strong on his feet, and felt that was more than enough to prevent them from bowling him over. Outrunning him, though, that would be easy even for young pups.

When Eljay appeared, submissive and seemingly apologetic, Nightjar felt a flash of anger hot in his breast. Whether it was because he was protective of his family or because he jealously perceived that Eljay had as much right to see his siblings as he did, he didn't want the younger wolf anywhere near them or the den. Peregrine greeted the beta's son warmly and began to speak about the pups, but all Nightjar did through all that was continue to stare at Elwood's lookalike until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Go away," he said brusquely with a lash of his tail. "They aren't yours." Eljay didn't have any baby siblings to fawn over, but Nightjar wasn't remorseful about being unfair to the boy. They were his siblings and he wasn't keen about letting Elwood Jr. infect them with whatever made him so snivelly and lame (per Nightjar's definition). Besides, if their elder brother couldn't even meet them then nobody could, not even Snivelly.