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

Fin's muzzle scrunched up in a little snarl as he chose not to respond verbally, but to shake his beautiful as fuck ass in her face.. from slightly afar. She paused in her pacing to plant her feet stubbornly and irritably into the ground, grimacing as her eyes narrowed even more deeply down towards her muzzle until she felt that her brows were touching the bridge of her nose. Elwood had them as a stalemate, and though she'd threatened that he'd run out of energy eventually and then she'd have her way, that didn't seem to be happening quick enough for her liking...

Suddenly, Finley shifted her attitude towards their little play fight and went into full-on battle mode. The humor remained, but her mind shifted into a higher gear so that she could successful deal with this debacle. Like it or not, Elwood was winning. And as little as she liked to lose, she disliked even more being separated from her friendboy by even as little as a constant spray of dirt from between his legs (can I get a LOL yeah???)

Elwood's defense was quite thorough. Her gaze slipped across the ridge at her side, which would give her some leverage against the attack. She could move across it without being subjected to the spray if she used it, but in the end, she would be right back where she started when she pounced down back into the fray in order to attack. It was a momentary convenience at best, and Fin was not the type of girl to fall victim to those is only for the few seconds of relief they gave her.

And thus, the Blackthorn aligned herself straight behind her enemy and shut her eyes tight. She shifted backways for only a moment, her muscles tensing before she sprang forwards with closed eyes, straight towards her friendboy's rump. Though she still felt the pelting of dirt against her frame, she lashed out with her teeth, attempting to close her jaws around the base of Elwood's tail, which she blindly suspected she was still rather near.