Blackfoot Forest blood & iron

As she deigned to move closer he held himself still, curious to know if she would finally rebuke him as every woman so far had (Ying, Kukutux, his own sister—) and he felt heat where his blood flowed, the deep tha-thump of his heart resounding as if it could deafen all noise; but it was singular to him, and as nervous as Revui felt in this beast's presence, there was also awe, for none had made him feel this way before. He had always been impressed with the women in his family and held a strong desire for Kukutux even after her betrayal, but nothing as strong as this feeling now. He had no name for it—although it was a curse more than anything, and one that his father often fell victim to.

Lust.

A touch away from greed, it was. Revui had always been an insatiable creature and that had translated to entitlement more than anything, but not in this moment. He could not possess this woman any more than he could capture the earthen beast that caused the earth to quake. The sweetness in the air was stronger, growing more-so as they lingered together; soon he would be under her spell whether she meant to cast it or not.

Then, the foxes began their cajoling. An audience of displeased vermin shrieking from the safety of the dark; but when the bear-woman turned and prowled onward, Revui pushed off the twisted roots of the forest and plunged after her. He would happily spill blood on a good day, and was more than willing to sacrifice a host of bodies if it appeased her.