Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby

Misha would growl at her mate once again, narrowing her blue grey irises at the male. "I said do not touch me," she would say, followed by a growl. Did he not understand the words 'do not touch'? Obviously the male was oblivious and stupid enough to not understand. So, when Dayton would touch her neck with his nose, she would snarl and snap her jaws right in his face. She would step close to him and her muscles would coil again, having Misha spring up into the air and hurl herself at Dayton, her teeth aiming for and clamping down on his scruff and planting her hind legs on the ground, firmly keeping her balance.