Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

There was a brief moment when the pup in the group wailed that Nightjar considered turning around and pounding his spoiled ass into the ground for being a nuisance, once and for all solidifying his intense (unfounded) distaste for Elwood Junior's presence. Luckily, Peregrine was the one to turn first and Nightjar took it upon himself to remain focused on the action ahead. Raven called out a target and Fox confirmed it. His mother, sisters and Pantaleimon began to give chase, only for Pantaleimon to drop out of the hunt (literally). Nightjar winced when the white male was hit but, true to his usual "survival of the fittest" mindset, his concern was more for how this would affect their chances than for Pantaleimon himself, especially because the chosen cow was separating from the herd.

He didn't notice Elwood leaving the hunt. His eyes slid sidelong to Dean, but then they focused on Peregrine, the leader of both the pack and the hunt. His muscles tensed with Peregrine's whispered warning and he slowed to a trot, conserving his energy for the moment that one of the chasers would send up the signal. He watched the chase keenly, and would be surprised to realize that when the chasers finally did send up the signal, he'd almost known at the exact same time that it was time to go, so in sync with the wolves of his pack and the primal nature of the hunt was he.