She was distressed with his searching hand. Her glassy eyes and the slight grip on him couldn't sway him to stop when he cupped her, easily finding a way through force between her locked up thighs. It was important he know her, but it was paramount she understand she couldn't do anything to hinder his whims. He let her keep his wrist because of that, and then it would look a little like she was moving his hand over her own, sensitive folds. Preposterous.<br/><br/>A breath through his nose indicated he'd heard her given name. He thought it was unusually pretty, but he also had very little use for such quality. He was more pleased with her color when she was pelted with the crass praise and his continued examination of her textures. Cruelty had him stroke her temple with a finger, as though it was to soothe her, but in truth he only meant to comb her hair back behind her ear, to leave her face exposed when the tresses had tried to hide it for her.<br/><br/>Generous when it could be afforded, Raud pushed the low of her back so she'd lower her spine and thereby raise her ass for the men to see. He even parted the cheeks she'd sit on so they could clearly view her intimate composition. It was added reward that she was so incredibly mortified by it all. It was quite delicious, watching the wild animal discover her own shame. How adorable she was, pleading for what he'd already given everyone she knew. He didn't show her a rejecting, cruel expression when he looked back down at her.<br/><br/>"I could." he gave and finally took his hands from her body, the little she-wolf who'd submitted to becoming this treat for their eyes. "But wouldn't you want another death more?" he posed as he waved at Inhil. The large man came into the ring, gasping to stand close to the desirable girl, and dropped an axe to the ground. It's blade dug deeper into the earth than her fingers, and the handle, thick and gray from old wolf's bone, stuck up high and thick.<br/><br/>Raud took a step back as the greedy men stilled. Their leader gestured for the weapon before holding his own wrists behind his back and falling down on his knees. "I told you I'd give you a chance at vengeance, didn't I?" he asked, face unaltered by the ludicrous offer. It was conceivable even a girl in her kind of peril and exhaustion could grab a weapon fast enough to land a fatal blow, at this distance - a little like her mother had died. Some of the men stirred, reaching for their own weapons, but Raud's stern brow forbade them clearly enough that their hands hung by their sides, in the end.