Redhawk Caldera so let's piss off the neighbors.

She turned to face him, and it wasn't just the expression on her face that tipped him off. His nostrils flared, drinking in a scent that was foreign and yet all too familiar. Elwood felt himself grow warm from the inside out, the sensation only exacerbated by the kisses and gentle bites that Finley delivered to his face and neck. He had given this very moment much consideration, but he was briefly caught up.

He growled, the sound a low, gravelly rumble in his chest. He stepped forward, his tail giving a predatory lash as he pressed his chest to Finley's shoulder, snapping at her withers with a touch that was simultaneously rough and gentle. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and then forced his lids to part. At the same time, he moved back and away from her, anticipating her protest.

He met her gaze. "Finley," he said, his voice husky. This could be it -- but he was determined to make sure that she was aware before they went about making little brothers and sisters for Eljay.