Ravenshook Cliffs crow's feather

They've still got that gap between them. <3

Bristling fur and snapping jowls. Skellige leered at the pitch-colored female. His sharp gaze locked with hers unsettlingly. While he was impetuous and brazen, the silver-ribbed male was not senseless. His reaction to the woman would not have been as strong had he not been standing on the other side of the gap. If she were to leap, his hulking frame would block her from landing on his side. He was held by that same standard, though. He would not be able to cross back over the gap unless the she-wolf turned away. They were at an impasse. And so he instigated her further. Clicking his teeth together, Skellige lifted his head upwards and sneered at the female. She was a fiery cur. Lifting his tail upwards, the inky man stood like a looming shadow, holding fast to his ground.