Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO. Wee woo wee woo?

To him, he made it clear before he had no interest in pulling her tongue out unprovoked. To him, he'd made himself loud that he only wants to settle on his own, without her interfering, without her being in his way. To him, now that she's here, and even now as his ears are hot and heavy with an unruly scent eating away at his nostrils, she is asking for the oncoming. 

He came to a stand, fur up and bristled as he began to slowly pace step by step around her. Fine then. "Yeah, okay. Go on then. Come for me then," he snorted huffy-puffy air out of his nose, irritation burning in his stomach. He's half-assing, but he is no rational thinker. Their persons together made a raging, scorching fire. "Do it," he quirked his nose up, taunting her at him with a level tone. "Oh, but you're sorry enough, aren't you?"

He hadn't believed a damn word out of that. Where's Gunnars description of bubbly and welcoming?