There was almost a sound from Raud too, when his hand collided with her hind and she flew like heavy felt to the ground. It would have been delighted, though, his noise. When he was on his knees, teaching her not to pursue an upright position with a generous supply of violence to her head, it would dawn on him that she was becoming his reward for having taken down her father. Did she know?<br/><br/>Right now, her anger was her use, and he took it, like sap from a cut in a tree. It fed him though the arm he held her down with, and the flavor was familiar. Such a diligent fighter, applauding him with her jaws, waiting for a miracle. But eventually that clapping of fangs slowed to an echo in her mouth. She wasn't understanding her own futility, but her body was forced to see the truth of their disparity. The weaker she grew, the lighter his oppression. He hushed her gently, though it was doubtlessly mockery, when her back legs lowered. The hand that had beaten her stroked her spine all the way to the beginning of her tail.<br/><br/>"Understand?" he asked when she wasn't wrestling the ground anymore. His fingers dug into the nape of her neck, and lifted the fur so he could look closer at the eyes once her head was raised but secure in his grip. The hand which had taught her the taste of knuckles petted her nuzzle as he put his forehead to hers. His breath was directly on her nose, and it would be full of her father's iron and salt. His eyes were brown with golden strands knitted into them. He could feel her growl through her body but trusted she had learned enough or was too exhausted to try and have at him again.<br/><br/>Suddenly he would jerk her to the side, intending to flip her on her back and quickly press down on her throat to keep her in the submissive position. His men were livid with excitement, drunk on victory and tantalized by having put their cocks in turned wolves already. Raud was also playing now, but knew these games were best enjoyed with caution. If she could not be turned, he'd have to stand and rush back to give himself space for another fight. It was complicated, toying with creatures he was raised to kill.<br/><br/>But this was his coronation. The beginning of his tale. His father had lived for it, and then gone for it, too. Raud had a growling like her, inside, and it was vibrating through his starving heart. He'd been sent to do great things with his life, so teaching proper manners to a red wolf when her parents's blood were still hot on the ground should be no great task.<br/><br/>Once he felt she'd calmed again, he had his first order for her. He'd like to see her human shape. It was a pity most of her family had died without showing their pink skin.<br/><br/>"Turn." he said, looking down at her.