Later, Marcus might compare it a little to a Silencing, a dispelling of magic and closing off of the ability to access it, but not the roil of feelings and intent that produced it. A lower growl rumbles out of him when Jude does not respond in the way he had predicted.

Different to the clash of wills with another dominant personality, the inevitable hurricane of conflict that sort of push-pull would cause. There's space for Jude to talk as Marcus process this shift, this sense of something shadowy passing by beyond where he can influence it, unease rippling through him.

Isn't yours. Belongs, a part, keep. Us.

Part of him grasps after these meanings, trying to make sense of them in a way more nuanced than the wolf standing on the riverbank, but they are fragments, sharp edged pieces of memory and association. Painful. Irrelevant.

The wolf has delivered his warning, and so all that is left is to make good on it.

Jude has seen it plenty. A more experienced animal may do something to mask its intent, to act swiftly and trade on agility and cleverness instead of brute strength. In this case, Marcus borderline projects his intent in the coil of muscle and distribution of weight onto back paws that follows launching himself forwards, fangs bared.