Redhawk Caldera green-eyed monster

The usual 30 minutes spent attached was not to be - a rare act of kindness from the gods. Grimm was part-way through a flustered recovery when Elwood eased off her, and took a moment or two further before turning stiffly around to meet his uncertain little smile. 'High five, bro' did not seem appropriate, no. Or? She gazed at him, her very first lover - a kind, gentle wolf, but by no means the flame of her heart. If she squinted, did he look a little bit like Peregrine?

"Awesome," Grimm leered through puffing breaths (might as well have been a 'high five, bro'), as though they had just defied death in some manly and exciting manner - not boned furiously in the middle of the day. "So.. I guess see you later," she finished, flattening one ear. He was the one that was supposed to troop off, right? Grimm did not fancy moving quickly, and certainly not without inspecting the tender area for damage first (something she wasn't about to do in front of Elwood).