Raven's Watch rottning allra

:grimace: He rollled a hit here

While they had not made an official claim on the watch, only a fool would scent so many wolves, so strong a scented border and still cross into it. Apparently, this equated in Valmua's head as acceptable, for from afar, he could see her entertaining the intruder rather than outright attacking him. The depths to which his sister stooped seemed to have no bounds, though the thought was brushed aside in favor of taking care of the situation himself.

He descended upon them like a stone in the still water of their lake, a bare-toothed, narrowed eyed helvítis hundur. There was no preamble, no warning, save the vicious snarl that erupted from his throat. He would plow into the fool, teeth seeking scruff in a bid to force him to the ground and keep him there until the fight left and only submission remained. His sister, he would take care of after.