Redhawk Caldera Five golden rings

He listened as she replied, her voice smooth as silk and laced with condescension. She certainly could put on a show when she wanted to, couldn't she? One pewter ear twitched as Finley reminded him that she was the one that had battled a bear and won, and he did have to give her that. Now, he wouldn't admit it to her, but he was of the opinion that it was sheer luck that had allowed her to survive the attack. Either way, whether it was luck or skill, he was glad that she had lived to tell the tail.

As she turned away from him, she patted him with her forepaw. Elwood allowed her to fully pivot, and then as she stepped away from him, he lunged forward. He clamped his teeth around the end of her tail -- not hard enough to cause pain, but with enough force to prevent her from going anywhere. Then, he planted his feet firmly against the ground, his own tail whipping to and fro behind him as he waited to see her reaction.