Otter Creek the art of the fox

Jaws' anger started to subside as he came to the conclusion that he was dealing with a female that was a bit too prissy and dimwitted for his tastes. As she protested his licking (as if that somehow warranted her foolish rape accusations) a devilish grin appeared on his face. She had stepped back before and now he closed that distance by stepping toward her. "Want me to do it again?" he asked darkly as he stuck out his tongue. Perhaps she would just run this time. Run away and leave him be. Suddenly that injured doe sounded appealing again (indeed, he should have ignored this female altogether).