Weakness Is Punished.

The small red brown and ivory woman would roll onto her back, letting out a yelp of pain. She had sumbitted. Not because she had chose to, but because it was to save her life. When she would roll onto the cave floor, she would feel something wet behind her scruff, and she sniffed something metallically and salty in the air.. He had bit her enough to draw blood from her scruff, that was going to leave a mark. "You bastard," She would growl, laying on her back, blue grey irises narrowing as she looked up at him.