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

Tail flagging, Rökkvi closed the distance between them with confidence in his urgent stride. Luckily for the stranger, she knew better than to turn on him with with fangs. Instead she lowered herself appropriately and promptly displayed her sensitive throat to signify that she accepted his dominance. The ironborn clacked his jaws shut but maintained bared teeth as he moved in close, keen to enforce his position by thrusting himself into her personal space to tower over her bowed form.

Nose shoved rudely to the she-wolf's exposed neck, he reached to press his lips to the pale fur there and breathe in deep the scent of her. She smelled of the wilds, he thought, and tasted her on his canines as he withdrew to snake his tongue between them. Good Rökkvi mused while champagne eyes swept over the ivory loner with rumbling approval, content with her submission and lack of affiliation with other clans.

"Who are you," he barked in demand, brow still furrowed, "and why are you here?"