Wapun Meadow waiting in my room, and i lock the door

I rolled a D15 for possible wounds recieved and got a 10, oops.

As her own fangs set in to the vole, softly, tenderly so as not to break the skin or harm the morsel, she felt a pinch on her neck. The pinch flared with sharp pain and she tugged back from the sensation, releasing the vole and staggering away from the pressure of that presence, that pain, wounded beyond the physical—for nobody had ever struck her in such a way before. The dark girl's eyes flashed in Ibis' periphery as she slid from her grasp of Ibis' neck down to where the vole sat unattended, and while Ibis recoiled and sagged back in the grass, she watched as the gift was stolen back.

She was utterly stunned. The continued warmth along the junction of her neck-to-body was dimly felt, but the pale dove was shocked by the behavior. She didn't realize that the bruising blow had been more than that: a nip, expertly placed, having scored her flesh and caused a wound. The warmth did not dissipate and when Ibis shifted her head to cast a pained look towards the dark girl, she felt the sharpness of the cut and let out a small note of concern.