Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

I imagine it's like this

The man thrashed and barked, chomped and stormed in his efforts to free himself. Making a scene of a five-year-old's tantrum really. He ignored the shouts from the man -- though it would do him good to listen -- and kept his eyes on the prize.
The female that was finally coming to his desperate pleas.

He panted hard, finally, his movements started to subside and he accepted he was pinned under the larger male. He still, however, bared his teeth up at him and growled softly.
"What is your name, sweetness?"
He directed his words at Vespera with a cheshire smile; milky eyes cold and dead.
He was playing a risky game here, with his scruff held by the man. The girl coiled like a spring. He shifted, trying to get a better position.