Sleeping Dragon death doesn't descriminate between the sinners and the saints

His answer doesn’t have much information for her and she growls, low, and takes a step forward. Pushing for more might not get her very far, especially if he doesn’t have anything to do with her anxieties and so far nothing about him seems familiar. He looks at her the same way the other wolves do, even those in her own claim; they see Thuringwethil where they should see heda. The fire in her eyes soften, blaze dying down with the unfamiliarity he has for her.

“Fix you,” she states, answering his question from before. “You will pay for your crime with contribution. Then I will let you go.” Thuringwethil raises a brow as she lets the information sink in, offering an inviting smirk should he think he have more options to give her, parameters to his sentence that she’s already set in stone.