Blackfeather Woods Sell your soul, not your whole self

His tone was playful in return, making her smile grow; she realized too late that it also promised retaliation. Before she really had time to react, he was on her. She tried to twist away, but she wasn't fast enough, nor had she really tried that hard. Her back met the ground, his weight on top of her. She laughed again. Such an agile warrior, she told him in between chuckles. Then she directed her teeth to the loose skin of his neck, aiming to gently grab a hold and growl playfully. She would then tug the skin, careful not to be too aggressive with her moves. She only wanted to play, not to hurt him.