Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

The moment between them was peaceful -- romantic, even. And that should have been a red flag to Elwood, but instead he lost himself momentarily. He simply allowed himself to enjoy Finley's presence next to him, the soft sound of her breathing and the gentle thrumming of her heart. Suddenly, she pushed herself to her feet, and he looked quizzically up at her, his forepaws still encircling the empty space she had previously occupied.

At first, he thought she was continuing their game, and he smirked as she padded away from him. But when she turned back, her expression was serious, and she spoke as though they were completing a business transaction. Leave for a few days? Buffalo? Really? That was what was on her mind?

Elwood frowned, but he didn't try to argue or persuade her otherwise. Instead, he gave her a long, solemn look, then nodded his head. "Okay. Well...be careful," he said, the words sounding a bit wooden. He paused, then added in a much warmer tone, "I love you."

He was starting to think that he would never fully understand Finley Blackthorn.