Deepwood Weald She wants revenge

Idk why this thread is giving me such writer's block. D:

Chip allowed herself to zone out, focusing only on his touch and nothing else in the world. Her mind wandered, though not far from where she currently was. He nipped her, and Chip flinched. The whole time, she made no move to flee or push him away. This—their agreement—was a solid one, and she was happy to oblige his unspoken desires. Chip profited from it, in her own way, and a wolfish purr tickled her throat.