Redhawk Caldera your own story is the safest place you'll ever be.

Jaws remained silent, until Finley asked a favor of him. He nodded and listened attentively to the details of said favor, which was simply to not tell Grimm Finley was looking for her should he run into her again before his Beta had a chance to make amends. "No problem," he answered. He did not mind honoring that simple favor but he could hardly deny his Beta a request anyway. If he wanted to continue receiving the benefits of living with a pack he could not defy his leaders, and so it was in line with the erstwhile loner's disposition towards only doing things that benefited him.

But that was enough of the serious talk, Jaws was beginning to a feel a bit out of his element, and shifted the subject with a roguish suggestion. "You know," he began with a devilish smile forming. "You and Grimm have Elwood in common. Could be fun if you took that and ran with it." With waggling brows he made it clear what he was referring to. Threeway!