Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

She flashed him a singular look — one that said, you must be better. He had seen it painted across his sister's face many times, and while it may have been alluring to some, it infuriated Revui. The dark woman slipped away from him with increased fervor and there was no way for him to know what incised him more: her scent, her familiarity, or his misplaced and sudden anger. She was toying with him. They had been enjoying one another previously, but the fickle man was nearing his end - he must have her, and he must have her now, if only to prove his superiority. So he sucked in a breath and pushed himself to catch her trajectory, snapping at her hip, then her shoulder, and then as he cut across her path, he was breathing raggedly like a hungry beast.