Jade Fern Grove azul

Good wrap up unless you have something planned throughout their walk? Can backdate a new thread?:) 

A sunken rumble rolled throughout his chest. Her nails were thorns cutting through his coat. A burn surged throughout his skin. He was stronger now. Filling out. Kvarsheim held nourishment, and now even his pelt had strength. Vibrancy, against the dust of it. She burned him. He responded.

In raised hackles that brushed her stomach, his head did not once turn to her. Instead, there was only the tension in his muzzle as his muscles twitched and spasmed at her rake. He carried the woman along his back, weaving through. Just barely, he gave attempts to avoid cracking her head along bark and trunks. Attempted to avoid bramble and thorn; attempted to avoid scarring her skin along it and staining her holy coat with her own blood. He believed it to be accident, when she pained him; though, vocal he still was. Perhaps if he had thought it intentional, why, he would've thought she deserved it.