Redhawk Caldera shakin' that thang like who's da ish.

Elwood's ears tilted backwards as he listened to Finley's reactions to his dirt attack, though he was pleased to know that she could do nothing about it while he was submerged in the den. She threatened him, but he just continued to dig -- yes, he would run out of energy at some point, but that hopefully wouldn't be for a while! He slowed his pace, planning to drag this process out for as long as possible.

At the mention of his "beautiful ass," he gave his rump a playful and (in his mind) tantalizing shake, though his forelegs didn't stop churning. There was no verbal reply from Elwood, just a stream of chuckles that drifted from deep within the burrow.