Redhawk Caldera so let's piss off the neighbors.

Elwood could almost see the gears working in Finley's head as she finally processed what he had said. Nearly all of the romance had been sapped from the moment by his blunt explanation, but he watched her with bated breath. It seemed silly to have to have a discussion prior to lovemaking, but the precaution was necessary after what had happened before. Elwood wasn't willing to take any risks this time.

Finley contemplated his words briefly, then quickly made a decision. Although her reaction was much more nonchalant than his entire mindset, he would leave it at that. He could tell that she had thought about it -- however fleetingly -- and they would have time to talk later, once her raging hormones had subsided. For now, he took her instructions at face value.

"Yes ma'am," he replied obediently, his lips twisting into a wicked grin as his body responded to her command. He gave her a rough shove with his snout, asserting his dominance, and then began to nibble down the length of her side, following the curve of her hips until he stood behind her. With a possessive growl, Elwood pushed all thoughts of consequences and the future from his mind as he moved to wrap his forelegs around her waist.