Redhawk Caldera comeback story of a lifetime.

*cries 5eva*

Fin smirked at her friend's assessment. She'd never really asked Elwood his opinion of lady lovin', but she surmised it was about the same as any other hot-blooded male's. Not that it was ever something he would encounter in his own mate. Reckless and crazy she may be, but she had determined a long time ago that her sexual adventures were only to be had with male counterparts. Lady bits simply did not interest her.

The Blackthorn returned Fox's bumps with nips and nudges of her own. She kept her eyes on the terrain all the while, even when she answered the question that was posed. "I don't see why not," she said, though there was a wistfulness in her voice as she continued, "It would be exciting to move again. Super impractical and unneccessary, but still."

They reached the copse in only a few minutes time and only seconds after that for Finley to locate the spot she wanted. There was nothing particularly notable about the spot, but still, when she reached it, she fell onto her shoulder and rolled about as dogs did. She eventually rolled back onto her stomach, her forelegs splayed and her ears back and she snorted with a shake of her head. She grinned then, shifting so that her paws were tucked beneath her chest like a lamb. "C'mere, big spoon," Finley crooned then, her tail wagging as she laid her head down.