Stone Circle [m] soul disavowed

jaws snap open and closed, failed attempts to speak, but all efforts stop short as a crooked muzzle brushes the wound upon his neck. teeth, too, seeking to keep their hold, and asvardr knows then that he is beaten. he will die if he resists, and so he lowers his head solemnly with teeth still bared- simple discomfort now rather than aggression outright. the larger man may do as he pleases, so long as the wound at his throat remains untouched.

a pleased sigh from above him as the bastard's weight settles, forelegs tightening their grip, and asvardr's tail shifts to wrap around one leg, exposing his flank. and from the corner of his eye he watches, expression unreadable.