Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

Conditioning warred with instinct. Muscle memory turned him easily onto his back when faced with a bristling woman, but it kept him from leaving his throat unguarded, too. And he did not have to think to defend himself, meeting her teeth with his own where he could and twisting away when he couldn't.

For a moment, it was a noisy altercation. The bounty hunter's protests, however, were just as perfunctory as the initial attack. Her presence here had already been cemented in his mind, and so the showy violence could only be read as amorous — until, at least, one of them dealt a wound that could not be easily healed.

He fought to wrangle her between his long forelegs, carding his teeth through whatever fur he could reach in pinching bites. He wanted her throat, but for the moment, he was willing to settle.