Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

From the shadows behind Towhee emerged another younger wolf. This one was pudgier than the first and lacked any of the brilliant splashes of red to mark him as one of Fox's. He could have belonged to Elwood and Finley for all Nightjar knew, or he could have been a stray, though that was very unlikely. His familiarity with Towhee did little to clear the issue up, for the Blackthorns and Redhawks had always been incredibly close, excepting himself and Eljay. He wondered as his eyes darted between the youths if that nerd was still around but decided it was best not to ask. If he found him eventually, Nightjar would know.

The news of his parents' death swung into his heart like a falling hammer, but Nightjar remained mostly composed. Like his mother before him he was all about practicality and death was simply a matter of life. No doubt he would be the type to advocate eating the bodies so their flesh didn't go to waste rotting in the soil. "I'm sorry to hear," he said, and if they listened closely they might pick up on the quaver in his voice, but the rest of him was steely as his eyes even in submission. His homebody parents had probably died here among family. They weren't old enough, he thought, but sometimes it just happened. He'd seen worse in his travels and Peregrine had always had a few issues with his body even while Nightjar was still around.

The adolescents passed a few words between them and Nightjar watched silently for a beat, then confirmed, "I was born here." That would make things go quicker. He turned specifically to Phox and was about to ask the fatter of the pair if he could indeed call the Alphas, but Elwood arrived just as he opened his mouth. Nightjar shot his godfather a broad grin. He'd bullied the man's child for some time in his youth and he'd acted like a sullen piece of crap leading up to the birth of his siblings, but if he remembered or regretted any of that, it wasn't known by his face. "I came to check in on everyone," he said, glancing sidelong at his newest siblings and feeling at last a pang of guilt for not being around for the first set, "but I'm not opposed to sticking around."

Woof. Edited for shadowpost.