Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

When fire and ice met, a tangible tension built as the two held the gaze on one another. Testing, calculating... burrowing into one another as they dissected the other for anything to gather, to understand what was standing infront of them. Her icen gaze attempted to chizzel at his gates, to break down the man's confidence - but he was unwavering. Meanwhile, his own molten hues washed over her, careful to any attention on her actions, expression and stance.

She'd tear out his tongue... sharply he grinned at the thought, the glint of yellow catching in what dim light came through in such lands as these as he grimaced at her threat. What if I wanted to test such a theory. Muscles rolled under his pelt as felt the excitement grow, fur acting in the motion as a wave on the ocean as the current flowed stronger than before. 

This wasn't Rusalka after all.. she wasn't a packmate. He didn't have to behave if he didn't feel like it.