Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

The feeling of Valmua's breath on his skin was one thing, but the scything of teeth was another entirely—Kigipigak did not appreciate it and his rumble deepend; as he rounded himself to square-off against Njord he did not take heed of where the rest of his bulk went, wedging his hip against Valmua's snout and forcing her back lest she be bludgeoned by the abrupt turn.

The gray male before him was all talk. He puffed up and postured with offense but it did not deter Kigipigak. This was an outsider; a friendly beast who was now encroaching on territory that was not his, and would never be his. 

Why don' you relax, friend. Njord went on to say—and Kigipigak would not let him continue beyond that point, baring his own grimace of teeth with a raise of his lip. When the wolf of the cliff tribe took a step forward it was one step too many—and Kigipigak lunged after it, intent on snaring the ankle with his teeth and pulling.