Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

With a mirthful quiver of her tall ears as she watched the observing cub, her tail began a gentle and expressive thwap against the cold stone. This continued even as she suddenly made a rumbly groaning sound and playfully tossed her weight back down, gazed sideways at the dark little puppy, tucked her chin, and firmly planted her cheek on the floor. She hadn’t interpreted the bump she received as a beckon to play, but her bright eyes and demeanor invited the kid to get her while she was down regardless of intent or accident.