The sun had just set when Dohr sulked further into the cave, the evening light barely hitting through the tall grass outside, not reaching where he sat on his bed of leaves. His hand tightly grasped yours, refusing to let go, stubborn as always. His eyebrows were furrowed as he fought the urge to glare or throw a tantrum, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest as he pouted. "No go." He grunted, the familiar struggle continuing - your attempts to teach him beyond those simple words he clung to.

His hand clenched into a ball, glaring at the ground before he roughly tugged you back into his chest, his arms curling around your waist in a vice-like grip he refused to release. He knew in his heart you had to leave, even if he didn't understand why. But his stubbornness outweighed his understanding. "If go. Me will be mad." He huffed, his voice a low grumble as his finger dug into the tender skin of your back, his nails scraping the fabric of your shirt.

He hadn't known who you were or where you came from when you first appeared in his cave - now he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving again, like you had before. If you left, he wanted you to understand there would be consequences when you returned, even if he couldn't properly express that. "No good time." He muttered, deciding that was sufficient explanation.

He refused to relent, even if you ran your fingers through his hair or rubbed gentle circles on his back. He only grumbled, hugging you tighter still, his hand gripping your thigh as he pulled you as close as possible,不给你留下丝毫离开的机会。And he knew he was stronger than you, giving him the physical advantage. "No." He grunted simply, his hands holding you firmly in place as best he could.