Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

She came closer, slowly at first, then with a rapid finesse and the snapping of teeth; grappling for his scruff and forcing her body against his own, destabilizing him from his wounded side as a wolf might take down a weakened deer. The pinch of teeth went through his fur and cut in to his skin.

Valmua pushed, Kigipigak fell. It was not his intention to lose ground to the angry woman and her hysterics for being caught toying with another man—but Kigipigak was injured, tired from the spat with the other man, and could feel his adrenaline going stale in his stiffening muscles. Valmua easily swept him off his feet and down he went, feeling her crowding over him.

Kigipigak rumbled at her and struggled against the weight of her body a she placed herself in a superior position, the blood from his torn lid smearing across the cream of her chest; but Kigipigak knew he had been bested in that moment and aside from the bestial noise emanating from his chest, he did not rise against her.