Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

Though hesitant, she eventually was compliant. The both of them knew there were limited options on how this could go, and she chose to take the smart route.

Her form fell, head bent forward. Like snake and snail alike, slowly, she lithered closely. Leaning forward, the tip of his nose tapped lightly against her skull, accepting her surrender. 

But he would not leave it at that. In a jostled motion, he lunged forward, teeth gaping to surround the back of her neck. They did not clamp, not vying yet for her blood. He lingered in this position for a long moment, only pulling away when he felt that she had enough time to absorb his act of admonition. She could choose to ignore it, and if she did, this form of mercy would not be shown again.