Redhawk Caldera She's a habit and I can't let go

I totally don't know that song!  Huh..

Finley's stomach rolled as she laid there and she shut her eyes tightly as thought to will it away.  It actually seemed to work (a little bit at least) so that when he asked her what was wrong, she actually heard and understood him.  She didn't want to respond.  She didn't want to even look at him.  Their last encounter had been so heated and passionate, but then she'd left feeling completely empty and horrible.  Fin still hadn't muddled her way through those feelings, which had been her intention the entire time actually, more or less.


Unwilling as she was to do so, Fin slid her muzzle across the ground to point her nose towards Elwood's crouched form.  Slowly, her eyes slipped up towards his face.  And then...  It was over.  The moment her eyes connected with his, her resolve faded, and all of that twisting guilt and confused emotions just collapsed into themselves and vanished.  She loved him.  She loved him, she loved him, she loved him.

"Twig..." she moaned, "I don't feel good."  With that, Fin burst into tears.  Finley Blackthorn, who could stare down angry carnivores five times her size with a devilish grin and nerves of steel, turned into a complete wimp when she had even the mildest belly ache.