Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

The wolf gets away from the reaches of Dio and nearly rams into her. She hits the ground, however, and rolls over and Thuringwethil begins a slow circle with her teeth bared with anticipation. Lucani stands off to the side to block her exit but the trespasser doesn’t attempt another escaped, curling up on the ground. The large male bounds back over to continue what he started.

Thuringwethil lowers her head as her shoulder rotates, pushing her around to that leaves little space for the wolf to go. If the female were the first wolf to cross borders, she might have seen a nicer, more merciful wolf instead of death looming, Dio ready to do her work upon command.

“Kill her.” 

Heda takes a step back and shifts from throwing her anger now that the wolf is subdued beneath her. Her posture corrects, squaring her head above her shoulders. A glance toward Lucani, watching her expression as she become witness to something with a brutal finish. Even this far into Drageda’s formation, the healer had been faithful, so she glances back away to Dio to fulfill his duty.

obvs don't... kill her. drag could weasel away after the attack and run off?