Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

Finley, too, seemed to be satisfied, for she heaved a sigh and then cuddled close to Elwood. He threw a foreleg over her shoulder, effectively ensuring that they were properly spooning, and the only movement of his body was the rise and fall of his ribcage and the gentle thumping of his tail against the ground.

"Happy now?" he murmured in a teasing voice, his muzzle pouring the words directly into her ear as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Their love life had always been, well, feisty -- but she had taken it to another level on this particular day.