When his snarl only turned into a soft growl, probably worried she’d try anyway, Raewyn growled right back. He quietened completely, like the wind had been knocked out of him. After a few moments of heavy, uncomfortable silence, he tickled his claws down her nape, forcing a mewl from her. Then he said warmly, “I really like it when you do that.” A small, but disappointed smile curled her lips. I know, she thought, which is why she enjoyed doing it.
