Moonspear Fling into battle, spring to your feet boys

Many options flashed through Charon's mind as he watched Ame interact with the boy. They could slowly tear him apart, kill him, spread his intestines all over Redhawk Caldera's borders as a warning not to mess with their children again. They could keep him as a thrall, sort of an eye for an eye, for they'd never see their son again, but it was risky for what would happen if Gannet would simply run off? They'd need some means of keeping him here but crippling him for the rest of his life made him a lot less useful to their pack too.

Although that could always change and the brush of fur made him snap to attention, ears perked forward towards Gannet. He bared his teeth in a warning to back up his mate's words. She had said pretty much all he wanted to — Gannet was lucky to be alive and they could not guarantee it stayed to just the leg depending on how things would go. Narrowed eyes remained on Gannet, hackles pricked and demanding submission even though it was clear that Gannet was already in the submissive position. Charon was almost daring Gannet to say anything more, a single smart-ass remark, anything, for he felt he had the facts lined up pretty well already and wouldn't mind blowing off some steam.