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

She lunged in his direction with jaws parted following the clip of his own teeth on her flank, but either her aim was off or she was bluffing. Rökkvi, clenching the muscles of his backside in expectation of contact, remained just out of reach.

A pity.

The ironborn hissed a breath through bared fangs, acknowledging that little flurry of dark glee course his veins to know that his secret words with Valmúa infuriated the outsider enough to spit insults his way. After raising his head to exchange an amused glance with his russet sibling, Rökkvi carried on padding around crouched she-wolf. Champagne eyes lingered with judgement on her, for although the sight of her lowered frame elated his superiority, It was clear to see that she clung to her stubbornness.

It both annoyed and aroused him at the same time.

"She's fiery, isn't she?" Rökkvi deliberately carried on in the language he shared with Valmúa as he felt her bump him with her hip, but he made no move to reprimand her and nor did he cease his antagonistic prowl. "Let's not give her false hope, sister - you bore me when you play with them like this."