Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

Nah, who needs those? :)

Relief washed over Elwood as Finley proclaimed him a giant, fuzzy, goober butt. Sure, she was still calling him names, but they were slowly returning to the playfulness that was standard between them. His tail wavered ever so slightly behind him as he lifted his chin, finally meeting her gaze full-on with no hesitation.

"I can own up to that," he admitted with a shrug. Although Finley had been the one who started it all, he had finished it by reacting immaturely -- and there was no getting past the fact that he had been actively choosing to be a butt by storming off so abruptly. They had likely been equally upset at each other -- for reasons that they individually thought were valid but were in reality just silly -- but it seemed that enough time had passed to allow them to forgive...though nothing would be forgotten.

He wanted to slip back into their easy banter, teasingly ask if she had missed him, but he refrained for now. He was letting her call the shots, and her actions and reactions would determine how their interaction proceeded.