Haunted Wood morning glory

me, a week late:

chin tucked, ears flat.

the first part sounded simple enough. famine ducked down, pressing his chin tightly against the subtle curve of his chest. he realized that this was uncomfortable, and so took a moment to readjust (with ears still perked.. of course), not realizing that that short lapse in time was all vanity needed to pounce.

she came forward and bit down onto his ear, eliciting a small, genuinely surprised whine. ouch! famine scolded, though he couldn't quite find his footing again to escape her grasp. instead, he used his forepaws to swing madly in her direction, hoping that a claw might grab onto something worthwhile.