He was angry, Winny could tell, even as he shifted back to his human form. It rippled under his skin, in his muscles, and she reminded herself what he was, pressing her back against the back of the stall. Maybe she should have trusted him, should have told him that she was a herbivore shifter right from the start. But, with her experience with predators - and, horse or no, Ivarr was definitely a predator - she simply hadn't been able to bring herself to be honest.
Ivarr worked to relax and Winny tried as well, trying to regulate her breathing and her desire to flee. There would be a bruise at the back of her neck from where he'd bitten her, she could already feel it forming, but if that was as much as she got for her deception, she would count it as a necessary evil. "I know." She huffed out a sigh. "But I'm a herbivore shifter. My family, we were running all my life, until the wolves finally caught us. I came here to be safe, and I know there's a rule that says I can't be eaten, but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid."