Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

It was in his mistake that she found her mark, and he yipped in surprise as her fangs scored against his cheek and the side of his muzzle. Had she swung her head around any further, she would have found purchase against his eye. The thought aggravated him, and Ithrik pulled himself away from her with a defensive snarl. His pair of citrine eyes were locked on her frame with a thirst, but he had always been fearful of retaliation, and the devil was not eager to feel the snapping of her teeth again.
 
“Don’t you want it?” he demanded with a pointed stare and bristling fur. Surely, she would feel far more at peace if he could sink himself in her heat. Drawing a slobber-ridden tongue along his muzzle, he made to step closer to her again. There was hesitation in his actions this time around; it was clear that her counterattack had proven useful.