Hushed Willows Ironborn.

Silence. It hung heavy in the space between them, ominous. Rökkvi inhaled deeply, patient as he waited. Time seemed to tick by slowly as he awaited the yearling's decision on how to navigate the lurking of a stranger on his territory's outskirts, and knew exactly what sort of reaction he wanted to see.

It'd been too long since he'd tested his fighting skills and, while he doubted a wolf so young would make a formidable opponent, Rökkvi would leap head-first into any opportunity.

When at last it was presented in the form of a challenge, the ironborn rumbled his resistance. He was not the type to shy from such actions so, to mimic the silverwhite's actions, Rökkvi arched his own tail over his powerful hindquarters in a dominant display of his own.