Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

In an instant, their roles had been forcefully reversed. She was now challenging him. But he refused to submit in the way she wanted him to. She would lower herself to him, or this standoff would pursue endlessly.

Testing her, the dark beast did not let even a single muscle twitch. His stance remained firm, form like that of a stoned statue. This was his hint, and the only one she would get. I am not moving. You can either come to me, or this ends here.