Redsand Canyon Voithó

The man did not recoil like she expected, instead pressing his weight against her and she found a snarl escaping, the closeness uncomfortable and suffocating as she dropped one side of her body to go limp, the other pushing harder in hopes of throwing him off of her completely. His teeth snapped to nip near her neck and she drew her muzzle down, preferring to take a blow to that rather than a blow to the neck. It was easier to heal a maw than a life.
 
Fear coursed through her body with the adrenaline, though deep down she knew that Arsenio would not hurt her. She trusted him that much, and trusted that Tamar would not have been whisked away and married by such a man. It couldn’t fight that instinctual response… to protect her life. It was one she had been so used to feeling and yet had only truly felt a handful of times.