Hideaway Strath let's store the pint of blood to cash in

He smirks as she lunges towards him, cream brows knitted together in concentration. Her teeth clip him, definitely making contact with his skin and he winces at the pain that blossoms there. It makes his whole hip twinge with it and he’s attempting to hop further away. 

At least that’s what he wants her to think as he round back horribly fast. Charging her right side but skirting to the left at the last minute to fake her out. Curling in on himself to bite onto the scruff of her neck. It’s not a horribly tight bite, rather it’s loose enough for her to easily break out of. The hold unexpectedly soft on her skin beneath the protection of her thick pelt.