Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

In one instance, she made herself out to be smaller than him; submissive and attentive to his every whim. But in the next, she lifted tall, showing herself off in his presence. Was it that she wanted to be desired, or feared? Which, he could not tell.

Turning, his skull now directly faced her, rather his flank. 

Nostrils flaring, he chuffed deeply. Come here, the sound demanded. She would come to him, not vice versa.