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

Nightjar was quick to take Elwood's bait -- both literally and figuratively -- and began making a valiant effort to catch his uncle's waving tail. The Beta continued to move away, eventually ceasing his circling and taking a few forward steps. All the while, his bottlebrush whipped back and forth and up and down, pursued hotly by Nightjar's teeth and forepaws.

With his head turned back over his shoulder, he watched as the stout boy writhed in the air, moving with a lot more grace than he would have expected. He knew that it wouldn't take long to tire him out, though, so he came to a halt and swiftly lowered himself to the ground. His tail splayed out behind him -- like a snake in the grass -- providing the firebird with the opportunity to pounce it as he would a small prey animal.