"BIT!" Jesse said, as he was shoved away. He took it as a playful wrestle-push and started to push back, wiggling. "BEAR!"
Getting a little too riled up, Jesse saw her hand go for the stick, and he wanted to get there first. He tried to race her too it, but instead found himself nipping at her hand instead. He'd been aiming for the stick.
Instantly, he felt badly and backed up, tail between his legs and ears down. Whining, but this time it was a pathetic sad whine, one that said he knew he'd done something wrong.
He knew this was going to be a bad thing for Zoe, too. He could see that he'd drawn blood. She was going to change. And it was his fault. Again.