Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

he comes on long legs, his tail a great flag in the sky, rippling with an authority which yells: mine! she is mine!
standing over her, leering upon her with dark pools. ah beauti' ahv a view, ainnit? he asks, cheeky voice. reaching to nudge her cheek in the way of an affectionate husband. but he knows what he is doing, and it is cruel.
stepping over her with lanky, flea bitten and scarred legs and leaning upon his haunches then. reaching out with a paw to cup her face, to force her eyes into his.