give my heart a place to rest

Tonravik snapped and Tatsuya stepped away, put off by the belligerence. Watching her take refuge beneath a battered tree, the Zeta slanted his ears in glumness. Was their leader always so hot? It was cause for worry. He wondered why she yet remained. Kroc made it glaringly obvious: the Beta was slighted by his impassivity in submitting to her and she was not going to let that slide.
INDENTTatsuya jerked back away from Kroc as she approached, thinking she harbored ill content in response to his neutrality. He was used to having teeth at his neck by now, but Kroc might as well have done so with her circling him.
INDENTHe mentally and physically sighed at Kroc's inciting nip. "Their ways" were nothing new; the constant reinforcement of leaders and those who allowed to be led was as old as time itself. Tartok was not so much interested in what was, but the right this very second. Tonravik has proven herself in that she gave him a home despite being attacked by him not once, but two separate times. She spoke of him looking "strong" and "useful." That his...that his death would have been a waste.
INDENTShe wanted submission. Tatsuya calmly turned to face Kroc, locking eyes to goad her back. Come on. I know you want to lay into me. Don't pretend that is not exactly what you want. She wanted submission. From him. Then she'd best get to it. Chop chop and all that jazz.