Hushed Willows Ironborn.

He revelled in the boy's submission, a surge of triumph throughout his bloodstream to see him wither. Rökkvi knew he would - his attempt to assert himself had been a poor one. Hackles erect, the ashen viking parted his jaws as he drew closer and growled fiercely. Despite Sundance's attempt to pacify the situation, the boy had already deeply insulted him with his pitiful little display, and Rökkvi needed to ensure that his place was known.

He quickened his pace as the faerie wolf made to turn from him and came upon him heavily, reaching for the scruff of his neck as he shifted to slam against a platinum flank. Rökkvi pushed his weight against him, and, when he succeeded in bringing him to his knees, he placed himself directly above his opponent by straddling his narrow shoulders between his forepaws. Rökkvi released his grip to clack his fangs in warning mere centimetres from a sterling lobe: "you dare challenge me, strákur?"