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His aim proved untrue and he missed Elwood's tail by a little more than a hair. If asked, he would've insisted in his babyish babble that he'd almost had it, but of course, nobody would ask. All those in attendance had seen his colossal failure, but he wasn't deterred in the slightest by it. Nightjar already had an iron will at less than two months of age. It would take a lot more than one miss to bring him down.

Elwood seemed to enjoy the new game as well, for the Beta swung his tail just out of reach and spun in a slow circle. Nightjar was unable to ignore the temptation and soon was racing around beneath the male's tail, leaping as high as he could and snapping his jaws shut on air with each expert sweep of the Beta male's tail. It was a splendid display of the grace a wolf possessed as an adult, and served a dual purpose for the pup. While it enabled him to exercise his jumping and chasing skills, it also showed him Elwood's skill with avoidance, a skill he could later recall and practice himself.