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At three years of age, Elwood had outgrown naivety. Mostly. The charming Dingo laid it on thick, saying all of the right things and very much convincing the Beta that he had nothing to worry about -- when in reality, he had the wool situated securely over Elwood's eyes. He didn't catch on to the hitch in Dingo's speech when he was told to meet Fox and Peregrine, and simply offered a smile and a nod.

"Yep --" he replied, but before the single syllable had so much as passed his lips, Dingo had taken off. Elwood smirked after him, feeling satisfied, and then returned to his own duties.