these hands made of splinters

MEANWHILE AS I POST IN THE WRONG PLACE... *reposts this*

This time the touch of teeth to her nape brought her to bunch her neck against her shoulders. In the same motion, she drew her muzzle up to pinch at the flesh at his collarbone roughly, feeling the necessity to grip him as he gripped her. While the tripping had come about suddenly, she was quick to recover and show that she was capable of putting him in an equally poor predicament.