Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She wriggles and squirms under his pressure, but in her only recently rejuvenated state, she does not yet have her bearings and he fends each assault off with another bite or shove. They struggle like this for what seems like hours, him, earning a few more nicks in his hide to add to the collection, but for now refuses to do much in return. It is almost comical to watch as she defies him despite the notable size difference, and he must admit, she has balls. However, he tires out of their game quickly and releases his jaw's hold on her neck, still standing above her so that she might not escape. "Come with me now obediently and I give you my word no harm will be laid on your head. If not, I have no problem drawing blood and leaving you to bleed out and die, alone," Now that, was a lie. There was simply no way that was going to happen, regardless if she came quietly or not. But the tone in which he held was one that was grave, threatening and all together deathly serious, but fair. It was trustworthy, for now, and he meant every word.