Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

she did not like that and conferred this upon the suitor with a rounding snap of her jaws, a growl that commanded him to back down. the run had fired her; he was chosen save for this pending act of submission. 
no man simply grabbed a daughter of the seacliffs. chani watched him with a burning gaze, lifting her chin and advancing with heated steps. contrition, softness; she searched for anything to signal that this male would not ruin their hard-earned run with his rutting pelvis.
the saltwolf was primed to take him, she only needed this last piece of their interlude to fit.