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

Sounds good! :)

Elwood watched Nightjar's contented nomming with a smile. After a few moments, he happily realized that there wasn't enough feeling in his tail for him to be in any discomfort. There was the occasional poke as one of the boy's little teeth made its way through the thick fur, but for the most part, Elwood had no complaints.

Eventually, though, the youngster grew tired of that particular activity and turned over onto his back  with a yawn. Elwood had taken to looking around in the meantime, watching as a small red bird hopped from limb to limb in a nearby tree. When he noticed the lack of pressure on his tail, he looked down and found that Nightjar was nearly asleep. "Nap time?" he murmured quietly; he wouldn't take his leave until after his nephew had slipped into dreamland.