Raven's Watch Back when the earth, sun, and stars all aligned

When all was said and done, they were two bloodied bodies surrounded by hungry ravens, which circled in wait for one to fall. The most eager among them would shriek and squall from ringside seating in the trees; perhaps their raucousness praised the white wolf in defense of their customs, or merely goaded them both in favor of their failing, as both wolves would serve the birds as easy meals.

Revui was oblivious to them. His focus was entirely upon the woman as she tore free of his grasp, seething with some kind of adrenaline-fueled vigor. Her shout filled his ears; then the hissing of her voice as she named herself, likely cursing him with words he cared little for. He was not a beast of words in any sense — physicality was his realm, he was too basic for more than that. Words often pushed in opposition to someone's true beliefs and behaviors and so he had learned not to trust them.

In one ear, out the other. Instead he read her body as she came lunging after him; a bold move for someone so sleek and so damaged, against the mountain of a man. He was too slow to react in that instance, so she collided with him and drove him in to the dirt alongside the cold guts of her offering; pinning him there a moment.

It was enough. She had defeated him after a glorious battle. There was no need to linger in her space and bleed for her birds. He let her savor the moment for a heartbeat or two before bellowing a gutteral note of frustration and then picking himself up, forcing her off of him through sheer force of will; he did not tuck his tail in defeat (he was too proud, even now), but he did not attack again, and his body remained rigid and low-to-the-earth, as he skulked away.