The Wall Toome

He plays his dominance like an element Ayovi will not look directly upon, but feels the impact nevertheless.  In the chain of wolven command, there is no sweeter pride than eclipsing one’s subordinates. She does not see the fierce green eyes, but imagines their flak, and it is a wonder that they do not crumble the ivory woman in this alone.
The soles of her feet throb horribly. She had endured cuts and abrasions from weeks of travel and now the pads blister. 
Ayovi decides to chance Faust’s displeasure and follows his command with protest, “I must rest.” The indigo eyes avert again.