Redhawk Caldera Bosses are bad, dude

Nightjar rubbed his skull across the flowers, smashing one or two bees in the process, and opened his bright silvery eyes just in time to see Towhee pause in the near distance. He might have let her go without incident, even though he wanted to get to know her and her "tear-oh" better, but he zoned in on the rabbit hanging from her mouth. He parted his jaws, licked his chops, and sprung to his feet with a speed that didn't quite suit a wolf of his size and stature.

Oh, he had no intention of stealing it from her. Nightjar followed his instincts and while he could be an ass about it, he generally wasn't one when it came to food. His instincts now told him to play, to goad her and see how well she might defend her kill. Even the lowest ranked wolf (himself, as it were) was entitled to dominance over their own food and stealing from pack mates was something he would never do, but Towhee probably didn't know that as he charged straight for her with outstretched jaws.