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Elwood chuckled as Jaws explained the situation to him. It now made sense why he had been gazing at the tree with an expression of consternation. The very same thing had happened to the Beta on more than one occasion -- even now, when he held the official title of warden. Sometimes, no matter how full his bladder seemed to be, it was easy to run out of ammo.

"Been there, done that," he commiserated playfully, his gaze flicking upward to the bird briefly. It seemed a bit odd that Jaws had an avian companion -- for that was what it must be; no wild bird would simply take a ride on a wolf's head -- and Elwood would certainly ask about it. For now, he sidled up to the tree and lifted his own hind leg into the air, finishing the job with a short stream of his own.

"There," he said with a grin as he placed his paw on the ground once more. Looking to Jaws and the bird, he then offered, "There's a little creek not far from here. Want to go refill your tank?"