Raven's Watch desperate and ravenous, so weak and powerless

Tired of following Kigipigak, Rökkvi grasped at an opportunity to better acquaint himself with the territory his siblings had begun to make their own. He found himself roaming along its lower slopes, pausing regularly to test for new scents - if he found any hint of weakness in their warning to outsiders to keep away, he'd deliver a fresh urine or scat marking to better reinforce.

This had been home to Stjör, Sol and Valmúa for several weeks, and only recently had Rökkvi arrived to support. He was determined to make a place for him in the ravenwatch, so made it his duty to protect it.

Such an opportunity presented itself in the form of an ivory stranger who found herself too close than the twilight wolf liked. Dark ears pricked at the cry of birds nearly, clearly perturbed by something, and the ironborn loped onward to investigate when he caught sight of her. Stjörnuàti had made no mention of another palefur among them, so this one meant outsider.

Rökkvi quickened his stride, guard hairs risen along the length of his dorsal as he parted his jaws in a feral snarl. He moved in with every intention of forcing submission with display alone, and if she chose to meet him with teeth then she would find him a formidable opponent.