Hushed Willows Ironborn.

He attempt at an explanation was cut shurt, silenced by the rush of warm breath at the back of his neck. Sundance inhaled sharply in a gasp, ears splaying backward and powder blue eyes squeezing shut. The nip to his lobe was unexpected, harsh on the delicate flesh there, and with a surprised yelp he automatically shifted to roll submissively. He was contained, however, with a strong forepaw pinned against either of his shoulders, so could offer nothing more than the bowing of his crown.

Silence seemed prefereable to the beast, so Sundance fell quiet. He flicked his tongue nervously over an upper lip and curled his tail close to his rear, reluctant to move any more for fear of provoking another outburst from his attacker.