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

The appearance of another forced the laughter to cease, pale fur rushing from the shadows to meet the silver one head on. Teeth were unsheathed in warning only as he blocked the girl's path of interception, tall and lean body used to try and force her backwards. While he did not mind watching fun and games, which this absolutely was to him, the draw of blood would force this to become a true bardaga.

Still, it was time to call this to a halt.

Nóg! His voice was the crack of a whip amidst the snarls, turning from the silvered one to butt his head against his brother's shoulder, tail lashing behind him. Ekki meira. Staðan er alvarleg núna. The gold-peppered wolf would use force against his brother if necessary but he knew, deep down, that if this was meant to be a true fight, Solpallur would have drawn blood long ago.