Redhawk Caldera then you'd love me, love me.

There was a long pause before Finley answered, and when she did, she only strung together four words. And despite the brevity of her comment, it was enough to melt his heart. Any uncertainty that had been brewing there disappeared, at least for the time being. Even as she tilted her head, revealing to him her injured cheek, he saw a glimmer of the wolf he had fallen for, a faint sparkle in her eye that reminded him that she was still Finley.

"Of course," Elwood replied emphatically, leaning down to gently touch his nose to her scarred face. He hesitated, then carefully licked her, feeling his tongue grazing the rough flesh that once had been smooth. While the sensation could have caused him to recoil, he did not; he remained close to her for a long moment.

"I love you," he reminded her in a whisper, the tip of his tail giving the tiniest wave.