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

Elwood should have known that his defense wouldn't last for long. His digging slowed as he thought he heard Finley moving, though he kept a steady stream of soil flying from the mouth of the den. He shifted his gaze to the left and then to the right; even when he craned his neck he couldn't see much outside of the earthen walls.

Suddenly, there was a sensation at the base of his tail, and he knew that he had been attacked. Instinctively, he tucked his butt up under himself, effectively scooting his whole body into the burrow with a yelp. In his hurry to evade Finley's teeth, he likely had a few strands of fur yanked out, but he wasn't concerned about that; instead, he focused on pivoting within the confines of the den -- although it was bigger than it had been before, turning around still proved to be a challenge -- and faced his assailant.

Rather than bare his teeth or try to nip at her, he lunged with a different tactic. He assaulted her with his mouth open and his tongue out, intending to lavish her with licks and kisses until she relented. Take that! he thought as he tackled her.