Redhawk Caldera Goldaline my dear, we will fold and freeze together

While Finley's swiping tongue did nothing to wipe away the foul taste that lingered in Whip's mouth, his uncomfortable whimpers began to subside into silence. It may not have been Fox on the other end of this affection, however, it felt just as motherly. The comfort recieved was therefore nearly the same. His scrunched brow slackened as the rest of his face relaxed, and by the time Finley pulled away, he slumped back on to the ground with forelimbs splayed wide.

Whip's confused expression was then replaced with a dumb looking smile. He stared up at Finley, tongue flopping lazily from the side of his mouth as he studied her features.