Redhawk Caldera this world is yours to take

Even as his siblings proceeded to find their own activities—Wildfire by slumping down in the grass and Raven by trying to eat her own tail—Nightjar just stood there, exactly where he'd stopped, panting and smiling all the while. He was captivated by the sight of Fox, in truth, but since she was little more than a reddish smudge in his vision, he could've been looking at her ass for all her knew, so the source of his fixation wasn't entirely clear. Still, he stared in that direction until the smudge moved. His trance broke and he blinked, feeling dry eyes for the very first time.

Fox was herding them back to the den. His steps were painfully slow as he allowed himself to be shepherded, although he did make a few brazen turns here and there that required Fox's quick intervention. Soon enough he was back in the comfortable darkness of the den, and soon after that, he was in a feeding frenzy that only ended when he fell asleep with milk still dribbling from his lips.