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

Sure! Maybe another post or two? I can make my next post my last one!

He was happy to nom on Elwood's tail for a little while—so happy, in fact, that he didn't even really hear the compliment. Stalking and pinning the Beta's tail came so naturally to Nightjar that it was a wonder any wolf could possibly be bad at it. Of course, the tail wasn't a terrified rabbit fleeing for its life and therefore was slower and more predictable, but Nightjar didn't need to know that. Instinct had kicked in all the same.

He tired eventually of chewing on Elwood's tail, which consisted mostly of fluff and shielded the tender bone from the majority of Nightjar's jaw strength. With his attention wandering again, the boy turned over on his back right behind the male and managed to drape Elwood's tail right across his chest like a blanket. It would become unbearably warm very quickly, but in the meantime, Nightjar enjoyed it with a sleepy yawn.