Redhawk Caldera ain't nobody love like you do.

Luckily, Elwood didn't seem irritated by her ill-advised teasing. He pulled her into a wolffish embrace and she found herself wriggling once again to fill the new gap that had opened between them with this shifting of position. Her muzzle found its way to his throat where she pressed it with a happy chuckle. His glee was infectious enough without her already being saturated with her own.


She perked her ears at his question, noting the hint of suggestion in his voice. Finley grinned into his fur, twisting her neck to nip at his. "Well I don't think it's quite my time yet, but we can always practice..." she purred with a flick of her tail.