Shadow Mountain i knew what would happen, 'cause honey the vermin survive

He doesn't respond, but he takes the words to heart, clamping his jaws shut as Daighre reaches for him. The feeling of the other male's teeth in his scruff instantly sets his heart racing, skin crawling frantically, but he fights the feeling long enough to allow himself to be lifted. The moment his feet touch the ground, the fight-or-flight response consumes him. An abrupt half-whine rips itself from him as he darts several feet away, silver fur fluffing out, all bristles and desperate snarls tinged with a hint of whine. A caged animal, for a moment, before he calms enough to speak.
Thanks. I'm leaving, He manages to choke out, voice wavering slightly with barely-contained rage. With that, he turns, stalking forward several paces — and immediately passes out from blood loss, crumpling to the ground in a pile of bloody silver fur.