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

Elwood laughed along with Peregrine, and Nightjar continued to show off for his uncle and father. The silver Beta hardly had time to notice the peculiar droop of the boy's left ear as he turned towards Peregrine -- just as soon as he did, Nightjar suddenly curled his haunches beneath him. Preemptively taking a step back just as Nightjar started to move away, Elwood watched as the boy started to relieve himself -- a perfectly natural process, although the pup's hurried movement was humorous.

Even as Nightjar left his droppings along the ground on his way to his "spot," Uncle El turned his gaze away to give him a little privacy. He wasn't quite sure why he wanted to go on that particular patch of grass, but he bit his lower lip to keep himself from chuckling any further. Exchanging a quick glance with Peregrine, Elwood then shifted his gaze back to Nightjar, looking to see if the cub was done with his business.

"Feel better?" he called out with a wave of his tail.