Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

She snaps at his face once more and he’s snarling back at her. A savage growl ripping deep from within his breast. He’s had it, this fight is over. 
With one last push he’s barreling towards her, mouth wide and ready to attack, he slams into her snatches up her throat in his deadly grasp. He shakes her around violently, a slight ripping of teeth but not enough to cut into her jugular. He whips her around and pins her once more. Breath heaving and hot against the plume of her scruff. He bows his upper body into her and has his teeth at her neck ready to crunch down if she makes one more move. 

“Don’t move or I’ll kill you.” He hums through the mouthful of looser skin in his jaws. Punctuating his sentence by the slightest bit of presser on her throat.

Coingold orbs gaze up to her from his spot by her neck, checking to see if she’s calm and will comply before moving forward.