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The adrenaline fades from his veins leaving behind a smoldering anger from his loss. He can feel the sore muscles stiffen beneath his dark skin where her hoof had glanced off of his shoulder. Her teeth still feel sharp against his skin and he revels in the stinging feeling. His dark eyes narrow as he looks upon the monolith's peak, it is sharp against the brooding sky. The peak, a fitting name for the rocky and jagged bluish monolith.

He steps across the border as a captive, his tail whips against his dark side. Fenrir seethes and growls beneath Ivar's inky black hide. He hates that they had lost to a peak tík, and she will pay with more blood on the earth. The price for her insolence will be her blood, Fenrir growls. Ivar's dark eyes smolder as a smirk touches his whiskered lips.

"Yes, Fenrir... in time." Ivar growls into the still air. She will be here soon. She will gloat and mock us, Fenrir hisses. Ivar knows it will take every bit of strength to keep Fenrir from ripping out the woman's jugular. Even though Ivar would enjoy the feeling of her neck between his teeth, to feel the pulsing of her blood in her vein. This is not the place for such an act, not yet.

Translation:
tík: bitch <3

Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir