Redhawk Caldera Sequestration

As he left the borders behind him, Nightjar shook out the shaggy mane at his nape and steeled his resolve. Wildfire would be on her way now, to the pack that managed to shake her loyalty, and Nightjar had reaffirmed his own loyalty. They were rivals now. Littermates they may be, but Wildfire and Nightjar would never again view one another as comrades, or even as equals, for Nightjar believed wholly that Redhawk Caldera was a superior pack.

He made a beeline for the rendezvous site, where Raven was busy tending to mussed fur on her shoulder. The gentle third sibling, oft so perceptive, must have sensed something amiss, for her gaze lifted to Nightjar's face and her brows knit in a silent question. The warden glanced sidelong at her and shook his head with a wrinkle of his snout that put to rest his well-meaning sister's concerns. Trouble at the border. He might speak with Raven later of what exactly happened, but presently he sought rest.

He went to the furthest edge of the rendezvous site, where he slumped to the ground and curled in his broad paws. His fur, incredibly dense with the changing of the season, poofed out around him. And he settled his broad muzzle across a thick forelimb, doing his best to silence the unrest in his heart.