Phoenix Maplewood I'm a kitchen sink

She didn't want to let him up. His explanation lacked any credence; how could someone attack someone and then not remember? It was ridiculous. On that note, Tavi's grip tightened and her head pulled to one side, forcing Esaro closer to the ground and wedging him in to a more difficult position. No, she wouldn't accept that lame-ass answer. And no, she wasn't ready to let him up quite yet - but, he was submitting. There was little else she could do without actually causing him serious harm, and somehow Tavi didn't think that'd look good for her. Not many in the pack liked her since she didn't really know anyone, and beating up someone like Esaro (even if it was warranted) might cause others to dislike her more.

So, in the end, Tavi released her grip. Her tail lashed behind her, filled with nervous energy that had nowhere else to go. Well get over it. If you do that again I will kick your ass to death. Or, or something. Tavi's words were punctuated with a low rumbling, and when she pulled herself away from Esaro this time, she let out a brief snarl of frustration that was cut to pieces by the trees. Her fur prickled along her spine, and to relieve the tension in her body she tried to shake off as she walked, so most of them lay smooth again. As she paced away from him she kept an ear out, just in case, but eventually drifted off between the trees - mumbling to herself, Guy's gonna get himself killed one of these days...