Neverwinter Forest to the races

Sorry not sorry.

The girlish squeal she emitted was enough to downright scare him as the initial thought that he had actually harmed her caused him to completely halt anything, his heart hammering and his eyes wide as he searched her for injuries. His jaws opened as he was about to emit a whine of apology, his ears slicking back to his skull as he made to take a quick step forward and placate her frayed nerves – and then the little devil whipped back around, her head swinging around before her promptly caught him off guard and head butted him.
 
Right in the nose.
 
No sooner did he realize that the squeal had been one of playfulness did the blood begin to stream from his nose, and sneezing, it sprayed out to speckle the ground with crimson before he began to laugh. “You’re a brute,” he declared with a snort, lifting a paw to try to press it to his nose, before dipping his muzzle down to rub it along the length of the soft moss, hoping to stop the flow of blood.