Lost Creek Hollow Fargo, North Dakota

He looked that much more pathetic once drenched.  She'd keep him there for now if she could.  Freeze him?  Tear a chunk out of his hide?  What was going to be the best way to end this?  Treason would move again to be in the way.  It seemed he'd done a find job of putting himself at a disadvantage even without much assistance on her part.  And if he stayed put, she could also keep mostly-dry.  The fur on her legs would dry out significantly faster than the longer fur on the core of her body, which would be nice. 

She leaned forward, uttering a dangerous, almost singsong whisper, You're on pack territory.  It was accompanied by a savage grin and growl.  Unless she was severely misreading the situation, he was at her mercy.  Her plaything until she got bored.  It was one of those scenarios though that now that she had him, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with him yet.  It better be entertaining, either way, and she wasn't about to call Terance just in case he tried to say no.  But perhaps the world had hardened her fellow leader?  Nah.  Not gonna take the chance.