While his men were eagerly tucking her away in their minds for later, her value as a dreamed up image to paint over their future lovers severely raised by their leader's claiming, Raud instead determined her physical use, with curves and breasts like that. She was not forbidden to him, and so he saw her in another light. Not that he could deny her affect on him. He'd simply just not listen to that particular, hardening call. Perhaps it added to his role as a sacrifice for her anger, when he stood on his knees and waited for her swing, cock apparent through ratty fabric.<br/><br/>His chest grew with some excitement, and was there a bit of pride - for himself for his game, or for her for her audacity to believe she could have his life - when her power returned and she stood. Pretty red wolf in her girl's shape, making her little way toward the mountain of a weapon. She looked so determined, there wasn't even hope in her, she was certain she'd repay him for his transgression toward her and her pack. It was easy for every man to think primal things when her fingers held the handle and pulled, but even the simplest of the brutes were quiet so she could have her little scene for a few moments longer. In a way it was a very sophisticated kind of joke that they were all indulging in. War clans are in tune.<br/><br/>But as she was pleasuring that grey pole without any response from it but for the shifting of earth by her own feet, one snickered, and another one blew air through flapping lips. And then the ring around her were howling with amusement. Some of them twitched closer. It was incredibly unfair, they thought, to parade her like this, full tits out and shape in the open, while she was still not offered to comfort them the way her sisters had.<br/><br/>Raud didn't smile when his men bellowed. He kept his hands behind himself and watched her pull away at that handle for a bit longer before he sighed, as though disappointed, and got up. The way he came to her, did she think he was finally going to wring her neck? Instead he shoved her back by her shoulder, a small motion from him really, but he'd put enough into it that she'd likely topple to her butt.<br/><br/>"This is Raidner," he said as he lifted the axe with the hand that had forced her back. He looked at the blades while dirt was pouring off their well tended to edges. He spun it once on its length and caught it. "Inhil's wife." and the men laughed again, moving forward, hungry still for girl's pink meat, but leaving more than enough room for the leader's scene. "She could have been your salvation." he pointed out and stabbed the weapon toward her, stopping at her throat so the blade could lift her chin to make her look up at him. "But you weren't good enough. So you're not your alpha's daughter anymore, because she would have avenged him. You just killed Eithne with your failure to move Raidner." he said and twitched the blade back, only to return the broad side of it to her cheek, effectively slapping her with what should be a weapon for decapitation.<br/><br/>"You're just my wolf now, and your name is Varga." he declared with his dark, noncommittal mutters. The axe turned again, ready to tap her on her cheek once more. "Say it." he ordered. His eyes were still lit while the fires that had imprisoned her family in their own home were dying, and those eyes made his intentions clear, that he'd slap her around on this bloody soil until she uttered her new name.