Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

To use the word "patient" was far beneath any he'd use, but he waited without complaint nonetheless.
There was silence for a while, broken later by the thrum of heavy steps.
A white figure charged forward at a high speed. Her teeth were born, threatening to sink unto his flesh. 
Unnervingly collected, Fenrir simply braced for her approach. But when she was close enough, he was not the one who fell. 
Outstretching his neck, the dark coated canine forced his shoulder hard against her own and placed his teeth against the back of her nape. With his hold, he then settled an arm against her back and used his force to weigh her down against the ground. Only once he was sure she'd put an end to her writhing, his snout slithered down behind her ear.
Is that any way to greet your Lord Father? He rasped coldly, hot breath fuming over the hairs lining the cartilage.