Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

he withdraws, the pressure lessens. his words have her auds cant sharply back, expression twisting. she out of breath, panting, but manages to spit out, "let me up, you—you ugly jerk." despite the hard-edges hate behind the words, it's not as hard-hitting as she would have liked. 

she lunges up and away, and this time, manages to free herself. she withdraws, though her hackles remain pricked and her tail curved aggressively even as she regains her breath, head held low over the snow as gimlet stare settles on him, sides heaving.