Redhawk Caldera giraffes are unable to cough.

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Though Fin held back, her godson did not.  He gave her a smile that spoke of his gratitude and the affection he held for her before stepping forward to nuzzle sweetly against her neck.  A little smile slipped across her lips as she turned her own head to press her cheek against the back of his head.  In spite of her prior reservations, she let her tongue flick out very gently and very briefly against the base of his ear.

After a moment, Fin stepped back and smiled at him.  Taking a page from Nightjar's book, she remained quiet - instead she pulled her head back to sniffle affectionately at the tip of his nose before giving the side of his snout a nudge and turning away.  It was a wolfish way of saying good bye.  She had gotten a good stretch of her legs and an even better workout after weeks of being cooped up in the den with her newborn.  She was grateful for it, even though she would undoubtedly be quite sore the next day.  In either case, she had a baby to get back to - a baby that, as she walked, she began to hope might one day soon get to spar and learn from his older cousin.