Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

The red-splashed boy fled. Valmúa watched as he ran, hunger thirsting in her eyes even still. That was her treat that Kigipigak had taken from her. The silvery northerner had ignored her every action. Discounted her every move. She flared in utter fury.
And yet..
The glare he gave her was returned with a silent, slicing, silver gaze. He bled from his face, and her breath heaved heavy and thick in the cold, fogging air. There was a deep part of her that relished in his harm and wished for more, delighting in the thought of a longer, furious battle over her kisa. She wished that her Kigibon would wish for her again, but she knew that he did not.
While she smelled the flavour of Kigipigak's blood in the air, she thought not to tend to his wounds. Instead, she pushed brashly toward him and furiously went to grab again at his scruff, pushing her teeth together hard. She went to push him down. Force him to her will. She went to mount him.