Bearclaw Valley Safety first.

A cold, humorless smirk flitted across the Roman's features at the Inuit's words, the offer his king gave him sounded pretty good. Besides he had been yearning for a good fight in ages, a chase wasn't as good but it would serve better than just pacing around the entrance or fighting prey. Not that you could actually fight your food but you could fight foxes he supposed. But those long muzzled creatures were rather easy to defeat if you knew how to, so in the end, the pointed ears were no fun to fight at all. Better to end their lives quickly. It was rather unlucky for the intruder that he was not going to get the same treatment as the prey did, or maybe he would like it, after all it might inflate his ego to know that they were going to give him special treatment. 

Sad that they were only allowed to 'shake him up' a bit and not allowed to tear his throat out, but it was better than nothing he supposed. When Scarlett spoke, Raziel smirked once more and breathed out words of ice. "With pleasure, my queen." Then alongside the bear, he leaped forward, ears flattened and teeth bared in a snarl. A growl rumbled out of him before he attempted to sink his teeth into the intruder's shoulder while swiping a paw at the man's forelimbs, trying to get him to turn around and scurry away the way he had arrived. "Run along now, coward." he sneered.