Redhawk Caldera so let's piss off the neighbors.

Finley had managed to terrify exactly three squirrels in the time that it took her mate to arrive. It might have been four were it not for the fact that this particular squirrel seemed to have no emotions but a big "fuck you" for the world in general. Fin had seen squirrels sprawled out along tree branches in high summer when the temperature was so abysmally hot that the mere thought of stepping away from the shade was unbearable, but never had she seen one lounging like that with a bit of a chill still in the air.

She was in the midst of prowling about the tree with said squirrel in it, planning her method of attack, when she heard pawsteps behind her. The beta paused and glanced about until spotting Elwood approaching with a smile upon his muzzle. Were it not for the sudden, unexpected departure of all semblence of thought at his presence, Finley may have then realize that she was in deed in heat be it evidence by the extremity of her emotion, the wild burn of her desire, or simply the headiness of her own scent. But, she was completely unaware as she gave a purring growl and worried his cheek with her nose, his throat with her tongue, and the length of his spine with teasing nibbles from her teeth.