Redhawk Caldera my rodeo romeo.

The more Elwood spoke, the harder Finley found it to keep her composure.  The gentle chewing upon her lip was slowly growing more violent and determined just as the crease in her brow became more pronounced.  She looked away, the tip of her tail flicking rapidly back and forth as she pondered how to respond.


But that's when he mentioned that it was cute, this nickname of hers.  Slowly and against her will, I might add, her eyes rolled back towards her very adorable face.  She pursed her lips and sucked in a deep breath that she released slowly.  As long as Tiger was a member of their pack, it didn't seem as though there was much hope for Fin keeping this hated moniker a secret.  But did that have to mean that she owned up to it?  Cause.. Fuck she hated it so much.

"Tiger is..  She's just..." Fin started, stumbling over it for a few seconds before changing her track altogether, "Okay... You have to understand..."  She pushed herself up onto all fours and shuffled to face him, plopping back down onto her haunches again once she was looking right into her lover's eyes.  "I am actually one of the very, very, very few wolves in my family to go by their birth name," she explained, "It's tradition in my family for everyone to go by their nicknames, which - quite unfortunately - are given by the older generation LONG before you can actually dispute them... So......... I umm... I kinda... Well, when I was a kid....... I liked...... to hop around...."  From there, it was as though Fin forgot how to actually speak for her communication skills diminished to periodic "umms" and "wells" intermingled with little whines and growls and other uncertain noises.