Sun Mote Copse if panties were snowmen, you were march.

Truthfully, Elwood wasn't doing anything especially productive. He had just woken up from a nap, and was stretching lazily in the sunshine when he heard Finley's howl. (And it was especially seductive since it was a kEk.) He disregarded it at first, in his half-awake state, but once his brain caught up and deciphered the message, he pushed himself abruptly into an upright position. He blinked once, twice, then said out loud, "Oh, shit."

It wasn't an expression of disappointment, but of realization and gradually building excitement. No matter how many times they had done this, every time still seemed like the first time -- except that they were actually old enough to realize what was happening now. Elwood jumped to his feet and hastened to meet his mate, ignoring the twinge in his left shoulder that resulted from getting up too quickly.

He made his way towards their homestead, and reached it in record time (at least, for someone his age). He slowed his pace to what he imagined to be a sultry stride and raised his brows suggestively as he approached Fin, a question in his gaze that didn't even need to be spoken aloud.