Chimera Fields cuffed the wrong one [BWP]

She was firm in her assessment of his future, that he was fucked and there was no coming back from having some weird device clamped around his neck. Now that he was conscious of it, he felt it dig into his fur, irritating the skin there and grating against it with his every movement. He snarled as he tried to snap at it, only managing to graze his teeth against the fur at his chest. Goddamnit.

"Wai—" he began almost pleadingly, eyes locked onto her retreating form. Don't leave me. The woman was very obviously wary of him, though — who wouldn't be — and Redshank wasn't doing anything to ease her assumptions. He held her auburn form in his gaze for a moment more before his temper reignited and his moment of vulnerability was replaced with anger once again. "I hope they do, bitch," he slurred with a snarl before turning his back to the woman to take his leave.