Redhawk Caldera the ballad of mr. steak

Last one for me, too! Trying to shutter some of these older puppy threads.

The one with the mask seemed to have settled, but the run wasn't having it. As usual, Fox's instincts kicked in, and she began to lick his belly, encouraging him to, y'know, poop. Or fart. Or do whatever bodily function would relieve him of the unpleasantness he was feeling. She'd continue to try this and that until he fell asleep from either exhaustion or comfort.