All this talk on the news about ”predators going savage” made Nick feel terribly insecure around you. With you being the opposite of who he was, he started to wonder if you ever thought he might ”turn”. So, despite his best efforts to not resort to bad habits—he found himself trying to scare you away before you could leave.

“Come on, who are you kidding? You’re scared!” He forced a laugh, the sound empty as he got closer. His ears twitched slightly, every sense of his focused on you. You noticed for every step you took, he did the same.

“You’re afraid of me, just admit it already.” He waved his paws around, his bushy tail flicking with his silent anger. He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking in the soft confusion in your gaze and the subtle hurt that painted your delicate features.

He desperately tried to ignore the guilt that threatened to swallow him whole, churning his insides until they were nothing but mush. Instead, he doubled down on what he was doing, deciding that he couldn’t go back. Not with the worry that you’d leave him hanging over his head.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to… eat you?” he mock snarled, teeth bared but just for show as he loomed over you. His claws were drawn, his green hues narrowed onto you as if he was about to attack. Even though he would never.

He waited for the slightest quiver, a sign that you were going to run away screaming. Anything that would give away the fact that he was right and that you were no different then those animals that made him feel like an outcast. Like he was dangerous.