Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

Her muzzle extended towards him, wondering what he was thinking. And what his next moves would be.
Seemingly, it would be to panic and face her. He grunted and flailed, settling on his back for a moment.

She grinned. How adorable. She didn't know or care if it was the effect of the drugs that made him sit there; perhaps the world was spinning too much. But she thought he was cute, half twisted, looking at her. His pale, fluffy underside showing to her. 
Then he squirmed again and the image was lost.

No bother. She watched him struggle. But he was thinking, moving. He knew she could be dangerous.
She'd have to advise Serem to increase what she was giving him.
A paw extends towards her and she pulled her nose back, watching it swipe the air. He wanted to cause harm. He was a danger. Her teeth grit, moving quickly onto him.
She placed a paw between his shoulder blades, her teeth moving to hold his ear like a rough lovers bite. Not to hurt, but to ignite feeling. 
Whether he took it as domination or domination she didn't mind. She could play either role.