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

Finley was in a very giggly mood.  In truth, she had every reason to be giggly as she laid supine upon the ground, staring with a silly smile @Elwood (HA see what I did there?).  Or rather, at Elwood's rump, considering that was the only part of him that protruded from the mouth of her den.  She had finally given in to his constant complaints that her den was too small and they needed to dig out some more space.  Personally, she thought it was perfect the way the walls smushed them snuggly together.  She was a surprisingly cuddly lady, of course.  But in the end, she had submitted to his wishes on the sole condition that she could still love-tick the crap out of him even if the cramped spacing didn't force her to do so.

The second condition was that she didn't have to do anything to help.  And thus, she laid, giggling and gawking at his hiney.  And also at the little waggly bit she caught glimpses of from time to time when his tail shifted juuuuust the right way...  "Hey, dig slower!" Fin barked at him with a suggestive growl in her throat, "And put a little oomph in it."  She turned her head slightly, trying to see if she could catch another peek at his erotic dongaroni noodle ©.