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Over his shoulder, Elwood watched with interest at Nightjar's instincts took over. Even at such a tender age, he still had an innate sense of how to act and react in certain situations. He focused on the Beta male's tail as though it were a living animal; and, to make it even more convincing, Elwood gave it a twitch or two.

He couldn't help but grin and stifle a laugh at the sound of Nightjar's war cry. Although the pup was enthusiastic, he still needed to improve his aim. He missed Elwood's tail tip entirely, but was quick to right himself -- and this time, his little milk teeth found purchase. "Nice work!" Elwood praised, though he winced at the sharp poking that ensued.