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

Indeed she was a fiery one. Valmúa watched with amusement as Rökkvi paced. He was a tiger in a cage, a tasty treat just slightly too far from his reach. Valmúa looked at him as he complained, grinning maniacally, enjoying seeing him on a leash. The whole thing felt wonderfully ironic and beautiful to her.
She laughed as the arctic female complained of her brother's behaviour. Brazen One indeed. When she shared her name and explained the situation, the poppy girl didn't stop smiling. The Frækinneinn had sure dug herself into a lovely little hole. Obviously, she parroted, and took a single wide pace around the woman. The wheels in her head turned, and she formulated a delightful little game.
Since you think you can do better, my brother will spar with you, and we will see if you fight as well as you insult, Frækinneinn. She stood back then, glancing to Rökkvi and nodding her head. She wondered if he would really be able to hold back. The woman was not wrong. They could always use more guardians. Mostly, she just wanted to see her squirm under Rökkvi's body. Like a powerful woman with a trained tiger, she watched in excitement — glee, even.