Give me some advice

Basilisk was prepared to listen carefully to the healer. Slave or not, he’d been raised on the importance of a healer's advice. So such a cavalier response came almost as a shock to him. He snarled, and moved forward. Stepping into her personal space as he looked down at the small young wolf. He was tempted to slap her, and his slaps bore claws. He clenched a paw, and loosened it. Extending his feline-like claws as he contemplated doing exactly that.

Instead, his expression was cold as he extended just one claw, placing it under her throat as he forced her head up. He wanted to see into her eyes when he spoke. “Are you offering yourself to me, little healer?” He threatened softly, moving the claw to stroke it across her chin. He would not be letting this little wolf into his heart so easily, and she certainly was missing Iggy’s charm. “Answer my first question again.”


"Basilisk"