Blackfeather Woods Sell your soul, not your whole self

Taikon hadn't played with anyone for a very long time. He had been sarcastic. He had joked. He had bowed, raised a brow, raised both brows, told with his expression how unimpressed he was. This all seemed strangely different, for Taki was different. Interacting with her was returning to a strange state of mind; it was old, unknown, and, oddly, true.
He felt every bite of her nipping jaws, feigning being entirely destroyed by each motion. Her jaws clamped down on his paw. Oh God!! he exclaimed. He rolled over, and in a moment she was atop and he was feigning more terror beneath her. But she licked his face, nibbled him. He hardly moved beyond reaching out again to mouth her. You've killed me, I'm dead. He said, and promptly went limp with his tongue sticking out.