Redhawk Caldera There are foxes on my sockses

The sudden puffs of air and twitching of the structure he was latched to made Nightjar shrink back. His limbs pulled in close to his body and he made himself as small as possible, a classic fear response to an unknown "new thing'. Soon, he would enter a socialization period where nothing frightened him, and then new things past that point would make him uneasy; for now, though, he was uneasy with every change.

He remained curled up like this, only whimpering softly when it became apparent that the structure wasn't hurting him at all. His tail began to wriggle slowly, appealing to the entity's second most important nature: dominance.