Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

Elwood's regard of her was somewhat wary, which instantly sent another spasm of guilt across her chest, followed quickly by the pricklings of annoyance.  She wasn't some sort of wild beast that couldn't control her emotions and was about to rip his head off for no reason, so why did he treat her like one?  Or so Fin's thoughts went, meanwhile all of us reading know perfectly well that she was completely capable of that and have our fingers crossed for Elwood's survival.


"Oh, you know..." Fin replied nonchalantly, "This and that."  Her gaze drifted down towards the ground, watching her own paw as she brushed it across the blades of grass at her feet.  She did so for a moment or two before peeking back at Elwood.  "I like you," she told him after a moment.  Her resolve against him was very quickly fading and being replaced by the usual feelings of affection she had for her beloved Twig.