Her fur was soft. Her father's had been rough. Raud's hand savored the flex in her coat and his forehead remembered taking part in the heat of hers, a gentler kind of warmth than the murdering fire that had caged her pack and was now burning to see their souls off. His mouth was wide with parted teeth when her tail laid where it should, toward her belly after she'd been put on her back. It moved his blood toward the limb that wanted at her too, behind the stained fabric of his loincloth. She was, after all, a living token from his first lone victory.<br/><br/>The quaking she sent up his arm, the guttural threat they liked to emit to their enemies, slowly sank in volume, until he could only feel the rise and fall of her breaths. His eyes grew harder when she fought again, wiping her back against the ground. But that was short lived, since he was not inspired to let go from that measly effort. He jaws posed no threat and and he locked his thumb under and his palm over to keep her quiet as he leaned down closer.<br/><br/>There was nothing in her language that suggested she'd listen to him. He was not offended, but it was important she comply, now that the men were expecting a show. With her nose her only means of breath, now that he was holding her muzzle shut, he slipped out his tongue and coated her nostrils with his spit, so that her world would have his scent. Was that considered a wolf kiss?<br/><br/>"Turn. Shift." he repeated as he shook her by the muzzle, violently. "Your family died to protect you, didn't they?" It was true enough. Not that they'd had a chance. "Are you going to waste that?" he tested. "Very well." he gave with a shrug, resting more weight on the hand that had her throat as he gave her muzzle back. The grip would soon keep new breaths from invigorating her lungs. She would be right to assume he'd not stop until she showed him her skin form.<br/><br/>Raud was interested too. How did the red in her fur echo in the person she was underneath? And  what would her expression be? It was all leisure now that he'd conquered their den, and incinerated her home, so he indulged himself with bullying her. Toward the walls of fire, Cindermen were already throwing other pollen from their Sejders into the flames to suffocated them. No need to kill the entire forest that could give more bounty. With the fingers not squeezing her throat, he scratched her belly and played with the tip of her tail, there. It gave the men watching a good laugh.<br/><br/>"Turn!" he demanded as the golden fragments in his eyes caught the fading arson, like the inside of his head held an angry star, and his irises were breaking to let out that light. He lifted and slammed her head into the ground again, all the while gently playing with the fur on her belly. A cruel conflict. "Maybe I'll give you a chance for vengeance?" he said as the wicked plan streaked across him mind.