Hushed Willows Ironborn.

The brute, too arrogant to just accept what display of submission Sundance could over, made sure to leave one final mark. The silver youth's muzzle was grasped between fangs and forced down roughly into the dirt, and closed his eyes tight with a strained whine.

The moment dragged on, but at last the ironborn released his hold. Sundance didn't dare look his way until his presence felt more faded, and he blinked up just in time to see charcoal and ash disappear among his beloved willows. He did not gather to pursue - there was no point. In failing once to protect his home, there was no doubt that he would do so again.

So he furrowed his brow and just lay there, pathetic, with fangs gritted as he struggled against the wave of emotion that came suddenly sweeping over him.