Redhawk Caldera the girl that time forgot

Jaws, not Casanova. Got it. It was then he drew incredibly close, and Tiger flared her nostrils at his words as though indignant. She kept the facade for a moment, before ending the charade. His smug expression was all it took, truth be told, to make her laugh. He had the win here. Come on, she purrs, pushing herself to all fours but not before a brief stretch of her spine, derriere high and the light hitting it properly. She strut toward him, an impish look on her own features as she moved to drag across him roughly, ever the tease. You don't wanna go for round two? 

Tiger understood the difference between then and now; before, they had no cares in the world. No pack commitment, no worries of stepping on any toes... and even now, Tiger wasn't too worried; she wasn't in heat, so it was all pretty harmless to her. A good bout of fun with this Jaws; theirs could be a friendship that was mutually beneficial in more ways than one. Her tail waved at the thought.