Bearclaw Valley Legally blonde

The woman screamed and his ears fell flat against his skull, the shrillness of her voice making them ring. His tail lashed behind him whilst his tongue was drawn across his lips following the release of her flesh, crimson smeared across his muzzle. Her aimless kicking landed a few successful blows to his chest and underside, which did little more than anger the male even more. He began snapping at her flailing limbs, though spent little time aiming as he didn’t care to actually inflict any more wounds—yet—just to scare her into obedience.

Snarling, he snapped at her face, this time with the intention of latching on and shaking, should she not evade his grip. Words floating through his mind, things he could say to give her a chance to right her wrong, but his mouth refused to do anything other than snap and bite.