Nero had to think of something to say. And fast. He looked around. "I smelled fox again." He said. "And since you couldn't fight one last time i guessed id have to help you again." He lied.
Nero felt the was blood drip down his face. "Thats it...." He growled. "I wont go easy anymore!" He jumped in the air and knocked Neva down. He jumped on her and placed his paws on hers, so she couldn't attack him. He opened his mouth ride and bit her neck hard.
Neva wanted to open her eyes, but she knew it would be painful if she did, and so would talking. She assumed it was probably Poppy, or maybe one of the strange tigers, helping her now. Maybe it was Nero. It smelled like him, but maybe that was the distant smell, since e'd just left, because it was hard to smell through blood. Besides, Nero didn't care about her.But, Neva realized, she wished she did, and she cared about him.
Nero licked the blood of her nose. Then he went to her neck. He couldn't believe the wound he gave her. He began to lick her neck gently. He diden't know why he wanted to help her. He knew she diden't care about him. Probably hated him now...But.....He liked her. He cares for her.
Neva heard running, and looked arund, but didn't see anything. She sighed, realizing she wished very badly it was Nero. But Nero probably hoped she'd die from the wounds, not try to heal them.