Raven's Watch enthroned, evergreen, above urd's well

Another came from the brush then, rushing him. His blood ran cold for a moment, only to surge back hotly when he realized that Stjornuati had finally decided to insert himself into the fray. Solpallur called out to him in anger, though no words followed the dismissing snarl. He had just gotten the upper hand, he could have tangled with a pair of she-wolves.

Instead he turned his anger on the heimskingi; his hock smarted with the tear she had managed and his grip on her nape tightened as a warning to the one who rushed in. It would have to be a standoff then of his own making. Spiteful, vengeful in that moment at their collective error. He wanted to hear a squeal instead of a threat-laced battle cry.