Hoshor Plains grinning

With a jerk, she felt him pull from her grasp and felt the bear's teeth drag away from her skin. Through the heat of fury she felt the warmth of blood seep through her fur, and  tasted it fresh against her tongue. She felt a flash in her belly when mirth caused laughter to trickle from him. His voice reminded her of the sound of wave-worn pebbled at the beach that clacked together under the smash of waves. The sudden flush of energy made her muscles quiver, though she remained rooted to the spot. 

He gave his command so casually that she felt he was the sort who was much accustomed to getting his way. For having obviously risked his flesh before, she thought he spoke now with a fair amount of pride and entitlement. As though it was owed to him that she obey. 

"D'ye boss yer kin around like that too?" She asked. "Ye want me to move," She said, taking a brazen step toward him, readying herself like a snake about to strike; slicker than a shot of whiskey. "Chase me."