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

To say he was disappointed that there was nothing left in him to drop on his favourite patch of grass, the boy stood still for a moment, ears drooping. He stared down at the floor, surely thinking that staring would make the urge to poop come back, until Elwood called out to him. His right ear twisted immediately around, the left following much slower, and suddenly he whirled and was padding back to his uncle's feet.

"Yurrrrr," he crooned in response, somewhat understanding what the Beta male was asking but finding it too difficult to answer the way he really felt. "Disappointed" was a word he didn't know and, even if he had known it, it was far too difficult for him to pronounce. He thought about trying to articulate himself, but ended up distracted by the swaying tip of Elwood's tail instead, which he proceeded to watch with a heated intensity. Only five or so seconds passed before Nightjar made his decision. He galloped right around the Beta male and made a leap for the grey wolf's tail, not realizing at all just how sensitive tails were nor that he was likely to hurt Elwood if he actually managed to grab it.