Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

A brief moment of fight or flight saw Wylla thrashing on the sand in search of a weak point to exploit, but then Raptor's grip changed. He continued to bite at her but never broke the skin, and as he worked down the side of her neck, he triggered something base and instinctual not unlike scruffing a cat caused them to go limp.

A soft whistle began from her nose in response to Raptor's whine. There was nothing tender or wanting about it; it was full of uncertainty and suspicion. That was mostly confirmed when suddenly he grabbed her ear and yanked her head sideways, eliciting a sharp growl and snap of fangs from Wylla. But he got what he wanted—as though on autopilot, Wylla rose to her feet and glared at him through narrowed eyes with bared teeth, body rigid and tail lashing.