Ankyra Sound And What if I Fly? (Trigger Warning)

His brows raise in a faux pout, yet his smirk says something else entirely. “Are you now? Not even this one?” He asks referencing himself, closing in on her even further.

The eyes flick to the bristling of the hair along the spine and that cute little tail tucking beneath her form. He likes it, the fear in her voice and body language. Vaguely wonders what she’d sound like begging for her measly, useless life. Or maybe she isn’t measly or useless, she could be of use to him. Give him some company on the road.

Knowing she’s on edge now, he snaps his jaws near her face. The action becoming audible as his powerful, impressive teeth meet. He wants her to snap back at him. Does want to see any of that fear shit, or he does, he just wants her to be a little feistier.