Haunted Wood morning glory

She snorted, a soft chuckle escaping too.
It seems like she was right again.
She wouldn't taunt him any further, the kid seemed pissy anyway and didn't need a random bitch having a go.

He seemed sufficiently filled and backed up, her head tilting, then dipping her chin.
His tail lashed high, casing for a spar.
Despite his protests of feeling sick after just eating, it seemed like his decision.
"When fighting, chin tucked, ears flat," she gave him a second to adjust his position appropriately before lunging at him, snapping towards his ears.

If his ears were still pricked up, she'd take hold of one.