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

Elwood was fully prepared to take to his feet and exit the den in order to bring Finley some food, medicine, or water. The latter two items -- medicine and water -- would have been more difficult to procure, but he would have made his best attempt. It turned out that she wanted something else entirely, however -- belly rubs.

The request was simple enough, accompanied by a batting of her eyelashes and a turn in order to fully expose her stomach to him. He couldn't help but smile, especially at the babyish voice she used to make her appeal. "Of course," he murmured softly in response, and then shifted into a sitting position.

He placed one of his forepaws on her tummy and began to move it in slow circles, his eyes focused on her face and watching her reaction for any sign of discomfort. When there wasn't any immediately, he moved his gaze to the nearly-white fur that his toes were kneading. Absently, he noted that her hair seemed to be a bit thinner; he quickly attributed it to spring shedding and moved on with his ministrations, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry on her stomach. "Better?" he asked after a few moments of silence, his tail patting the ground behind him.