Times are gone for honest men

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This was it: the end. Like the gavel of some dark and forboding judge swung down Pallas' teeth found their purchase; and immediately after, the large male crumpled beneath her. Having never been a particularly bloodthirsty or evil wolf (though anger did sometimes get the better of her) it did not occur to Pallas to kill him, though the situation certainly warranted it.

She was loathe to let go if it meant Nemesis was going to charge her; her gaze trailed to the brooding wolf, who had stowed away any motion to attack. Loosely the ironborn wolf's jaws slackened and she rudely dropped the wolf to the ground. Pallas wasted no time in resuming a dominant expression; her hackles rifled and her tail flared over her hips in victory.

Blooded, tried and triumphant, the Stormborn casually strode off.