Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

The male tried his best to get her off, his playful growls turning into rears and bucks. She realized quickly that he was panicked and with a gasp she leaped off. With a whimper of apology, she hurried back to his side, worried that she'd hurt him. Phiipa absolutely hated violence, anything more than a playful wrestle was too much for her. Mostly because she hated pain, both from the receiving and giving end. And to see that she might've injured her new friend, well that just made her terribly sad.

She sniffed him all over, rooting through his fur to find a cut or something, but instead she found a variety of scars hidden by his light grey down. She narrowed her eyes at them, wondering where a nice boy like that could've gotten such horrible scars, and come to think of it, where he'd lost his tongue. She looked up at him, pity and confusion flashing in her eyes. She knew he couldn't tell her what had happened, but she could still tell him that she was sorry. She tapped her nose to his cheek, and waited there for a moment as if to say, I'm so sorry.