Trouble with a capital T

Delphi had not understood what sort of strength the young boy would have. Of course, she was rather tiny and easy to toss around, but to lift her completely off the ground? Her eyes go wide as he holds the satchel over her with her toes barely scraping the stone below. She nearly flings back and forth as he growls around the leather bag. He's insisting that she let it go and share whatever food she has in there. Why did he even care? Couldn't he ask for some?

A growl rips through her as she refuses to let go. By now, she only hangs on out of spite. "Make me!" Delphi shrieks back at him as she tries to get her paws to touch the ground. If she could just get a little bit of traction, she could take her bag back from the asshole.