Where The Edges Blur

Irritation.

Irritation was a thing that was starting to run along his mind as he steps closer and close, attempting to place his head somewhere along her shoulder. His body lurched forward, jaws snapping open as he attempts to latch lightly onto her scruff, his paws scrambling along the ground as he grunts in annoyance. "Sp-e-ak," he urges, his body somewhere between the exit and her, his ears gradually coming to press back against his head. But not in annoyance at her, but at the sharp pain that flared along his shoulder as he grumbled in the back of his throat.

How the male did not like to be defied, how often would he have to teach the lesson with tooth and claw? Imonde was secretly hoping that this female would be smarter than the last one that he came in contact with, but the terror that was reflected in her eyes told him that he was winning. Perhaps trying to attack her was a bit much.

"Speech"
'thoughts'