Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

It surprises him just as much as her when he yelps from his teeth connecting with the end of her nose. He does not pull away or jump but his eyes widen in surprise that he’s able to hide away before she gathers herself again. He does not pull away with fur or blood between his teeth, which is disappointing, but it is enough to stir something in her. She becomes defensive and solid, trying to reel back from the sudden flash of pain on her face with a flattening of her ears and steadying look in her eyes. Her words, leave my mountains, form an uncharacteristic bubble of laughter.
 
The darkness in his features fades away as he laughs in mock humor, though it only laughs a few seconds.
 
He steels himself once more, zeroing in on her form that hasn’t bounced back or tried to find a way out. “Your commands do not work on me,” he tells her with a curve of his lips. He had tried, long ago, to break the control she had on him but it wasn’t until he abandoned the lair that he was able to be free. “You do not come here of all places and try to tell me what to do.” His growl, low and lingering through the whole ordeal, begins to rise as he takes another step. There are more words that fill the back of his throat, threatening to spill over, and his eyes lazily looked to the side of her cheek near her ear where it droops down to her neck. He knows if he opens his mouth to say them, to tell her everything he wants to tell her, it will only all come out at once in the form of surging for her throat in one fluid movement.