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

Even as Elwood made to plant his ferocious kisses on Finley, she somehow managed to slide underneath him. They became entangled as they so often did, their silver fur mingling and their legs twisting together as they collapsed in a heap. By this point he had started laughing, and his chuckles only grew in intensity as Finley squirmed under him and wrapped her forelegs around his neck.

With his legs splayed so that he could prop himself up while supporting Finley's weight, he bowed his head and buried his face in the thick, downy fur at her neck. He growled emphatically, his tongue flashing out to massage her throat and then her chin. What had started out as a playfully innocent interaction was quickly building, and he felt the now-familiar fire burning in his belly as he pressed his body closer to hers.

He kissed the tip of her snout, then moved to nip gently at her cheeks, his ears flattened against his head. "I love you," he murmured, his voice gruff.