Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

Her soft words and movement had him look interestedly at the bite marks on her shoulder, which oddly seemed to be revered by her. Smoothly, he leaned forward, nudging her shoulder and feeling the roughness of healing skin beneath his muzzle. He looked up to her, and his gaze carried a stark question, wondering if there was someone he might have to gain vengeance on. Only the siblings were allowed to hate one another, harm each other. Though she did not seem to be particularly upset, so perhaps a sibling it had been.