Golden Glade forced into their true shape

As quickly as it came, her anger dissipated upon contact; realising her mistake. His movement dislodged her easily — for she nay had a true hold — and stood looking up to the male with large puppish eyes. 

The male had turned to face her, and upon seeing another opportunity to pester him, she made an undignified snap towards his face; her aim was to probably grab his muzzle but, of 
course, to not avail. Before she could rethink her actions, his jaws held her muzzle, earning a sharp yelp of surprise. 

The girl thrashed backwards, trying to dislodge him. If she succeeded she would try and launch another assult on her hare theif. If not, she’d have to be submissive to him; her tail would lower to tuck tightly between her legs and she’d whimper apologetically, dropping her gaze.