Redsand Canyon Damnation comes with a pretty face

He'd found the blood trail into Warriors Heart.
And sprinted into there.
Nyra was the victim. Renard the lurker. 
Donovan the questioner. Derg, the decider.

He strode over, face grave.
"What did you do?" He uttered quietly. He immediately assumed the worst from the hotheaded woman.
She'd obviously fought something and she reeked of Ursus.
She really had fucked up.
Her explanation came, and he assumed he was not noticed by her as of yet. Grovelling at Donovan's feet.

"You stupid bitch," he quietly raged, wrath rolling over his form as he strode over her crumpled body.
Paws either side of her, lowering his maw to her ear.
"Wolves who fuck up like that from my home lose their ears, and then their paws, and then their tongues and tails until they bleed out. Do you want that Nyra?"
His voice harsh, soft growls edging his promising words.
This ally was all they had for support and she'd tried to butcher their young.