Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

As Wildfire rolled onto her back, Jaws found himself nuzzling the soft fur of her belly as she giggled, his tail wagging with hers. Although the coywolf was not an individual that could be described as affectionate it was coming easily to him now, but that is not to say his behavior would be duplicated with an adult next. It was a natural instinct for social mammals to be protective and gentle toward the young. Heck, the little buggers were designed in such a way to make them appealing, to tug at all the right strings and so it was Jaws that was actually the puppet between the two of them. He was bending the way evolution intended him to bend.

"Are you still trying to give her away?" he grinned up at Peregrine. Suddenly, the gray jay, who had been out and about on a solo flight because Kris keeps forgetting about him, came in to land on an overhanging branch. It puffed out its feathers and chattered and chirped at Jaws, clearly agitated. "What do you know," the coywolf commented. "My bird's a jealous ass."