Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

She felt his whole body go rigid, and wondered if she'd killed him and rigor mortis had somehow set in in the heartbeats she'd had contact with him. She smiled to herself, her heart skipping a beat. She seemed to find a joy in making men uncomfortable, no matter how big and powerful they want to seem.

Then his primal instincts tried to bolster their way through, thinking he was in danger of the Diablo enmascarado woman.
He pushed onto her, limbs flailing to push her, his teeth snapping at her. Of course, she was just out of reach, except for one lunge where his teeth swept through her fur.
She rolled onto her side, letting him push himself over her.
Her tongue swept out, licking his chin.
Submission. But equal.
They had both dominated, and both submitted.

Would he see it the same?
Unlikely, but her forelimb came alongside him, almost embracing him.