Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

Nightjar was proud to say that the climb had barely taken a toll on him, which was a huge improvement from when Peregrine had last taken him up a hill. After all, he was big and strong for a pup his age, and they were walking, after all. The rendezvous site was a hill as well, so he'd had lots of practice running up and down by now. Reaching the top of the caldera seemed like an easy feat, which was a testament to just how much he'd grown in his two and a half months.

As they crested the caldera's upper lip, Nightjar's eyes widened just as Wildfire mouthed something to herself. There was a gentle slope and then water. Peregrine was right to think his children were going to run to it; the little boy tore off as quickly as he could go, which wasn't very quickly at all, and had almost made it when Peregrine cut him off with a warning growl. He flattened back his ears and slunk back a few steps, turning his snout up submissively but not preventing his gaze from going beyond his father to the water just behind him.

Feeling decidedly sulky that he had to wait, Nightjar sat down heavily between Fox and Peregrine and stared sullenly at the water. Who cares if he wasn't a professional swimmer? He wanted in, damn it.

His eyes widened as wolves suddenly arrived out of nowhere. First Elwood, who Nightjar greeted by leaping to his feet and racing to the Beta male with whoops of his name, and then Tiger. Tiger was a new wolf to Nightjar, so he didn't show her nearly the same amount of eagerness, but he did approach her to sniff at her legs and greet her with a waving tail, proving himself dauntless when faced with strangers.