He growls again before getting back to my wrist. I watch him, chuckling, and he looks up at me. I move my hand and he pounces on it again, keeping it in place like he would a bone. I move it again and he growls again before taking my wrist in his jaws, trotting back on my stomach and plopping down.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!