At mér skyldi kaupa

Úlfr's jaws snapped shut over his intended target, catching the girl's head and keeping her nose horn from doing serious damage. She flailed and twisted, kicking out wildly. Several of the kicks connected with his chest and he leaned to hold her out a little bit farther while also standing up, hoping to lift her off the ground. This was not a hold he could keep for long and now that he had the girl he hesitated. In a more vicious fight he'd shake her like a ragdoll but something in him told him that would not be right to do. He was a violent marauder, but he didn't care to add shaking baby's to his list of crimes. Above him his crows laughed and cawed. Feeling his grip begin to wane he dipped his head, risking bringing her squirming body closer, before he attempted to toss her away from him, jaws releasing as he threw his head forward.