He had not been trying to avoid his sister, nor had he put any effort into finding her. Rökkvi still intended to share words with her following her interrupting of his attempt to assert himself over the pallid trespasser, but his sour mood had levelled in the time since its occurrence. In the grand scheme of things, it felt like such an insignificant thing to be furious over.
Still, he knew it would be wise of him to remind Valmúa that he would play no part in whatever games she conjured, and he emitted a low rumble to announce his presence as he came upon her by accident that afternoon. She seemed agitated, so the ironborn paused to regard her with a cool, questioning stare.
It worked. Valmúa knew that her brothers were not idiots. He knew that she might try something, yet focused was he on her perceived stupidity that he had apparently failed to see her act. She was so pleased that it had worked, she grinned maniacally and was quite slow to react to his movements. Though she moved to dart to the side as he did, eying his bulk, he bowled into her gut abruptly. She quickly remembered why she did not challenge any of her brothers regularly in combat.
Valmúa let out a loud, AGH,
as she landed on her side. He'd somehow rammed himself into her and pushed her forcefully to her side. She flailed, kicked out at him, trying to strike him should he attempt to nail her with a bite.
All the while she tried to right herself. She rolled, but was forced against by his bulk. Unfortunately, it all meant she was in a terribly vulnerable position. All she could do was snap her teeth at the range she could hold, knowing it was unlikely to grab at much of anything while he did what he would.