Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

It seemed that the two were both immoveable forces, pushing aginst eachother in a verbal dance. How could he not push her further in such a fun way. How could he not test that trigger of hers after she blatantly let it linger between them. It was like telling a child not to press the big red button - that itchy finger would eventually test what would happen once left with the responsability to pressing it. 

Don't tease me, Ali. Softly he cooed her name, the variation with which that she treatened would follow with violence. The sweet clash of flesh and fang that he desired so - a challenge that he lived for these days as he grew more and more bold with the locals. Once the name slipped his tongue, he was ready for what was to come... claws digging into the ground, he prepared to brace himself as soon as she lunged forward.