Qeya River I know the pieces fit

surprise filtered through the angered pain. yikaas did not expect the woman's hard retort, nor the echo of the man.

if they stayed, they recognized him as chieftain.

charcoal flashing from the corner of his eye revealed the man with the cleaved head, who now silently regarded the riverwolves and himself. yikaas answered with a slash of his banner and advanced upon the huntress.

teeth shone as he seized for her muzzle, teeth grinding. he wanted her face in the dirt, in the grass beneath him. he would wipe the old marks away and set his own.

and if she capitulated, yikaas' teeth would release, and his step set for the man, for the same punishing reminder of their place below him.

pride beat hot in his chest.