Redhawk Caldera You and I were fire, fire, fireworks

For a long time, Nightjar was still. Wildfire stirred beside him, no doubt restless as ever. He was still blissfully unaware of how loud and annoying she could be, so he responded to her activity with a burst of his own, matching her squawks with little burbles and growls of his own as he prodded vigorously at his aunt's belly.

When Finley sighed, the newly solo boy of the litter stopped moving. He then slowly turned himself, having sensed her movement and the swell of her sides, and unconsciously mimicked her actions... effectively causing himself to burp right in his sister's face.