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

Nightjar abruptly ceased his hollering and ran right towards Elwood, unceremoniously greeting him by slamming into his front legs. Elwood laughed and took a step back -- thankfully, the fluffy, rotund puppy wasn't capable of inflicting any damage. The pup quickly righted himself and began to hop around Elwood, saying his uncle's name in his adorable childish babble. He would have been happy to be called "Elwoowoowoo" for the rest of his days.

"Hey, buddy!" he said, turning in a slow circle as he watched his nephew prance. Even over Nightjar's "woo-ing," Elwood could hear the rumbling of his tummy, though he didn't address it; he just hoped the pup wouldn't suddenly explode.