Raven's Watch In his corpse lies the seat to his soul.

For @Stjornuati

He had not lingered for long after besting the silverwhite who'd emerged from the willow trees to challenge him, though he had delivered his mark throughout the territory as he slipped between it's strange foliage. Rökkvi made sure to press his ashen flank to several of the trunks as he went, paused here and there to cock his leg and urinate on the bark or exposed roots. By the time he reached the other side, he was quite satisfied.

He peered over a black-grey shoulder as he exited on the other side of Sundance's claim, gilded stare searching the forest for any sign of others who might've taken offense to his disrespect of their land. Let them come, Rökkvi mused to himself with a sneer, a curl of his lip in disgust, but his patience was quick to run dry. After only a short time of loitering in the hope of another pack wolf's arrival.

Still, he hungered for action. His altercation with the platinum youth had barely begun to whet his appetite for a fight, so imagine his joy to happen across the pungent aroma of exactly the wolves he'd been searching for.

Brothers. Sister.

At last: formidable sparring partners.

Rökkvi paused, gaze lifting to take in the sights. They'd done well to take the watch as their own, and it brought him great satisfaction to know how close it was to Sundance's woodland. He thought how easy it would be to drive the faerie wolf and his kin out into the wilds, and twitched a whisker in anticipation of that day.

He did not care to howl for his brothers' attention, too arrogant to think they would reject his call to live among them once more. Instead, Rökkvi began to ascend the slopes in search of them, reinforcing their helm with his own mark as he went, and an eagerness in his stride to make up for lost time.