Golden Glade forced into their true shape

The youth pawed at her muzzle, trying to remove the stinging-burn; of course to no avail. Of course, it made the pain worse. So much so she whimpered again, a silvery slick lined her eyes and she tried a different approach. This time she attempted to lick the bite marks puncturing her muzzle. 

“That was mean of you,” but she’d deserved it. She knew that much, but still complained, “I was never gonna hurt you.” The youth pouted then, her white chin jutted out from the deep hue of her maw. Despite her apparent disdain to the treatment, the girl was registering the lesson and took note from it.
Not to attack strangers, no matter what. Stolen prey or not. 

Phex sat up, blinking away her tears; no point crying over nothing. She gave Natjuk a pointed glare, wondering to herself if she should act vengeance upon his form. To maul an ear perhaps, if she even got that far. But the girl didn't move from her position, just glared like a hellion at the thief.