Redhawk Caldera In my mind

Elwood's patience was unlimited when it came to youngsters. Finley also often fell into this category; it was hard for her to ruffle his feathers, and maybe it was because she had some of the same childish mischief that puppies possessed. He didn't move a muscle save for his eyes as he watched Peter's progress from his nose to his cheek. It was kind of hard to look at the boy from such a close angle, but he soon closed his lids in silent laughter as his face was effectively nommed.

He wasn't quite sure what Peter's goal was, but he waited for a long moment before posing the question. "Whatcha doing there, bud?" he asked, moving his lips as little as possible as the boy continued to gum his jowl.