Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

He scoffs at her then, stopping in his tracks and practically gazes into her soul. “I’m not trying to use my dominance against you. You are my equal.” He argues passionately. His voice not exactly soft, but sweetly frustrated.

She’s tilting her chin up at him, practically sneering at him and telling him to go fuck himself. A lightening bolt of rage passes through him, it probably shows in his eyes. Besides that and his brows furrowing, no other physical signs of anger are present. 

Then as a flash of hurt shows itself in her gaze he softens. He closes his eyes and seems to deflate a little, muzzle drooping slightly towards the ground. “I don’t want to put you back in there, but I know that you’d take the opportunity to escape if I don’t. There’s no other way to keep you here while I’m sleeping.”