Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

His words had been a bluff. The Captain, though capable and proven of murder without so much as a second thought, did not want to kill this one. No, he fancied her far too much, and still desired her for a wife, even if a more sensible mind might have found her too untrustworthy to be appointed to such a post.

Her teeth met his snout and sliced the flesh there before he could turn his cheek to her assault, where her fangs continue to slash at him before he fully repositioned. Her reckless and furious rage would be met now with the dense fur and flesh of the shoulder he kept toward her. His throat guarded beneath a downturned muzzle and his ears flattened against his skull that they, too, might be protected.

For the moment, he refused to turn his own teeth against her, despite the malignance in his thundering snarl.