Stavanger Bay Conscious again of the green

Beric's jaws connected with the thick fur on the side of her neck, and he was successful in pushing her to the ground. When he felt her give in, he lessened his force on his push, but did not stop until she was down. He was also sure not to break the skin he had a hold of. She curled up her body, whining. He let his grip go, but did not step back from her, keeping his intimidation up. She was submissive now, which satisfied him, and he raised his head so his face wasn't in hers, and he stopped his growling. His stance, however, was still dominant over her. What are you doing so close to the Bay's borders? he asked sternly.

While this situation started out rather aggressively, he hoped it ended on better terms. For example, not giving the Bay another captive. Beric didn't really like that they were taking captives, but it was better than killing the wolves that trespassed into their territory. Besides, this female hadn't technically crossed the borders; but she had come dangerously close. Without Thistle Cloud or Ragnar to guide him into what to do, he would have to fly by the seat of his pants and hoped whatever decision he made to do with this wolf was the right one. He hoped her reason was good enough that he could let her go with a warning.