Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

he denied it! the rational, or perhaps mature, part of her knew he didn't have much choice. but that part was still in development, and so the moment he turned his back on her, she moved. she rushed towards him, seeking to grab his tail in her maw and then pull, so that he'd be forced to come back. she did not consider the implications of instigating a fight on the edge of a ravine.