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The game continued, although it was likely that the fox wouldn't last much longer. Elwood watched with his lips parted in a grin as Nightjar imitated him, headbutting the vulpine. The younger male used quite a bit more force than his godfather had, eliciting a whooping laugh from Elwood as the red-furred animal went sprawling. This time, it struggled to stand. At this point, it almost seemed as though it would be kinder to just end its life; it was so disoriented that there was very little chance of it escaping its tormentors.

Elwood jogged back towards his nephew and the fox, snaking through a patch of tall grass with his ears pressed forward. He snorted through his nostrils, drawing short and looking to Nightjar. It would be his decision what do to next.