Wapun Meadow garrote

Surely the remainder of Ursus would hear the howls of their masters if they were to call on them. Perhaps Easthollow will play nice, roll over on their bellies and submit to their wishes, but he doubts it. Only a true weak pack would do such a thing. Though if they knew what was smart they would. 

“Sounds good to me.” He agrees easily. “No shame in hightailing it out in exchange for your life.” Comes his voice echoing back Merrick’s words indifferently. “Your pack will come when called.” 

After he casually repeats everything Merrick says, Donovan nods. “Let’s fuckin’ go.” Is Donovan’s sure fire response, then a confident upwards tilt of his lips. He’s ready to see how this will turn out. Maybe they’ll get killed, but isn’t that the fun? Risking ones life?