Ouroboros Spine if you scratch my back

He was patient as she tended him as she was bid to do. For one so unsound of the mind, she had a gentle touch and scarcely pulled a hair as she worked the burrs free from his pelt. "Nope, wasn't playing," he answered. When she had plucked the last burr he stepped away from her and stretched, feeling the freedom of his skin moving across his muscles without the former irritation that had been there. He expelled a relieved breath.

"Better," he said with a glance to her, which was as close to a thank you as she would receive from him. "Yeah, maybe," he pursed his lips as he glanced to her again. It was not likely. The brown bear was selective with his play; namely he played with females whom he was interested in, not pack omegas that he could make no sense of. "Go for now," he ordered, albeit softly. Though his tail flicked; he meant his words despite their gentler delivery. "I want to enjoy my rabbit in peace."