give my heart a place to rest

Tartok itself was about force and strength, not understanding. Sometimes, very rarely, there was compassion but it was only for fellow Tartok. If he would become that, he needed to learn the way of things. Fast. There would be a steep learning curve now and she sought now to be his instructor. 

Her paw connected, colliding with his head as the Alpha female observed them. His teeth only grazed her muzzle and before they could leave a mark, his own had been turned away already with the force of her blow. She took the chance now to crowd him, closing the distance between them while her jaws opened to aim for his neck. This was a spar, and there would be no blood, but neither would the white bear waste her time in shoving him to the ground to show who was boss between the two of them. 

In this, Kroc was inherently sure that this would not be their first scuffle, but she had been made Beta for a reason, one that she would proudly prove to him. Every single fucking time. This would not be because she would demand his submission every time they met but because if he goaded her, like he had only minutes ago, she would respond in kind. Truthfully, this was first time she had demanded submission, and it was only because he had made a showing of his lack of it to her.