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

Solpallur's snarl fell to ears that flicked the sound away, the bidding of the sterling woman redundant to what he was already trying to do. This one is trying, He snapped with a ferocity that was not all directed at her. To the other female and his borther, he would huff in his mounting irritation, eyebrows knitted in frustration. Woman, calm yourself. If you keep fighting, this one's brother will not stop fighting.

And to Solpallur?

Brother, this must stop. Now.

Whatever physical altercation would happen between the two of them later was worth avoiding the shed of more of his brother's blood, pulling his darker half away from the prone woman. Had tensions not been quite as high as they were, the blonde northerner might have turned back to check on her neck but as it was, the man ended the altercation and set about ushering Solpallur off and tending to his wounds. If only he'd guessed the headache this would cause in the future.

Fade.