King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

she doesn't speak so neither does he even as he bears down on her cautiously, careful to keep his teeth as turned away from her throat as possible. thankful that she's small like him so it isn't too hard to reach, he tries to gather the collar into his mouth, his jaw hooked around it near her nape. it feels tight against her and he mumbles a muffled "sorry" lest he accidentally choke her. the taste is still foreign, wholly unpleasant, the material tough and strange, but he gives it a sharp tug, trying to tear it from her neck.