Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

She had tried to keep things simple; civil, even. She had been kind, responsive and had told only the truth. Why the escape attempt was being made now, she had no idea. Nyx, perhaps, was the only one that held the true power to free her. Turning the Dark Mistress against her was not something that was advised, but it was something the foxy female seemed keen on doing. She was rather small, weak from her time here, and so it was an easy task to, once again, stop her from leaving.

Raising her muzzle, she slammed it back down to grab the other's scruff, holding her back with her own weight. She'd let the seconds tick by, giving the other just the tiniest bits of hope, before ultimately trying to force her back and on the ground.