Lion Head Mesa Nobody died (except me).

mercy. ramesses curled his lip but made no other sign.
"four months."
his eyes flickered coolly to the dog-woman, the former saint. "@Nala. you are relinquished of sanpin. join tavina as second sesh." if she wished to change it again, her lover need only ask.
"your first act of duty is to assign the sanpin his first task. nothing is too low." and he would expect something harsh of her, as evidenced by the set of his jaw.
"so you will stay through winter, fen-wolf. and then you will be released to brecheliant. fleeing the palace before that time means scorn and shame brought to your pack. your hard work determines how much of this time remains unsaid."
ramesses was malicious, levering the man's name against his own fate.