Raud couldn’t possibly have known they were all dead but her, but something about the way she shone with the firelight stressed her as a lonely creature. When her sound of war rumbled through her and her fur grew she let him know she was going to fight as a new orphan, too. At a distance Inhil, right hand of Egil, cocked his spear arm back. Raud stepped beyond the Fenrir’s body and closer to the daughter, but held his palm up for Inhil so that the older man would lower the throwing weapon. He needed to see what she would do.<br/><br/><br/>His chest was out and his chin was high, throat perfectly accessible for her. He’d not really taken a fighting stance, since he’d seen the impulse to flee in her, too. He was pleased to see her come at him, instead, and raised a brow, impressed when details in her coat revealed to be red in themselves, and not just borrowing hue from the fire that ate her home. He thought she was pretty, wild with wrath, and waited until she jumped to knife him with her fangs. When she was in the air she couldn’t easily change her trajectory, and he finally twisted to the side. She was swifter than he thought, the raising ruby streaked comet, and he did not get out of the way with as much to spare as he’d though.<br/><br/><br/>It made him annoyed, and as her body passed his diverging one, his arm extended out to backhand her hind leg brutally. It would very likely send her in a spin and land her harshly on the ground. If she knew some quick aerobatics she might be able to avoid what was essentially a very hard slap and land however she wanted. If she was ungodly and had some foresight, she might even be able to twist around in the air to try and catch his wrist.<br/><br/><br/>If she found herself on the ground, he’d dive for her, and slap his palm firmly over her muzzle to keep her head down. It was a good maneuver for a man to use on a canine if he had the advantage of strength and weight over the animal’s neck muscles. It’d keep her down unless she somehow shook free or slid back, in which case he’d have to stand, too. “Pretty red.” He said as her life burned around them, and her family was being gathered so that they could be used for their parts. Their bones made excellent blades and armor, and that was their demise, today. “Angry red?” he asked.<br/><br/><br/>If she kept under his hold, he’d play a game his father had taught him for taming wild forest clans. Raud swiftly let go of her muzzle and when she made to leave he’d rap her head once with the bottom of his fist and slap the hand over her to keep her down again. He’d repeat this until even her feral mind would understand to stay down despite being let go, or if she managed to get loose. His men neared with sharpened bone pipes of earlier catches, but Raud would roar at them to stay back, and that this one was for him.<br/><br/><br/>“We’re the same, red wolf. No father. But you’re weaker than me, so your life is going to be different.” He said.