Redhawk Caldera Who's got a poopy-doopy-doopy

More often than not, Elwood found his paws leading him towards the Alphas' den whenever he had a bit of downtime. When he wasn't hunting or patrolling, he was usually with Finley or the firebirds -- or a combination of the two. He hadn't been able to track down Finley this afternoon, and was just close enough to the Redleaf-DiSarinno homestead to hear Nightjar's cries, so he decided to stop by for a visit.

The little boy was hopping excitedly around Peregrine's feet as Elwood approached -- and he was most certainly yelping about poop. A smile tugged at the Beta's lips as he paused a few feet from the father and son, watching as Nightjar attempted to usher Peregrine towards a particular patch of grass.

"I can come back later," he said with a laugh and a jovial wave of his tail. Hey, at least it seemed that the pups were making progress -- rather than urinating and defecating on themselves and each other, it seemed that Nightjar had gained an awareness of the sensation of having to go.