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

There was a brief hesitation from Finley before her gaze met Elwood's -- and in that moment, he watched her veritably crumble in front of him. The strong facade that she usually hid behind vanished in an instant, leaving her vulnerable, upset, and sick. There was really only one other time that Elwood had seen Finley lay herself so bare -- when she first confessed her feelings for him -- and it was a bit disconcerting, but he brushed aside his own discomfort and inched towards her.

Carefully, he maneuvered until he had turned around and was laying next to her, curving his spine to tuck her into his embrace. His first thought was that whatever bug she had was likely contagious -- but that was of little consequence to him at the moment. He would put up with the symptoms, as long as he could try to make her feel better in the meantime.

"You're sick?" he asked softly, his muzzle hovering near her ear. He gently and briefly pressed his snout against her temple in an attempt to see if she felt feverish (if that's even the way a wolf would determine that? IDK!), but he wasn't able to tell. "What hurts?" he queried, though he was fairly sure it was her stomach; she wouldn't be able to deny the tell-tale stench that hung in the air, especially in such close quarters.