Redhawk Caldera green-eyed monster

Elwood was running out of time. What had started as an innocent interaction was quickly dive-bombing into something he had never anticipated, and wasn't sure if he was ready for. Physically, yes -- it was something that was natural for a wolf of his age. But mentally...?

Before he could come up with some kind of excuse to get himself out of this hole he had dug, Grimm indicated that she was serious. Her previous anxiety seemed to have been put to the side, as she teased him with her tail. His eyes were drawn to her rump, and with his heart hammering in his chest, he put his legs into motion.

He sidled up to her, trying to wipe his mind blank and let his instincts take over. That's all this was, anyway -- no strings attached, right? He continuously reminded himself of this as he ran his nose down the length of her body, from her shoulder to her withers, allowing his side to press against hers. He then pivoted and positioned himself behind her, waiting for another signal from her before he...forced himself to continue.