Stone Circle clean the stables of king augeas

“He’s stuck his nose where it doesn’t belong,” she suggests vaguely with ire upon the tongue.

“There are pups soon to be born here. He’s a man I’d rather not have around when that happens.” He might have had Gunnar and Taktuq vouching for his glittering character, but she saw him for the irredeemable layabout he truly was.

“Refuse, and I will take you to the alphas. They will grant you a fair appraisal, your entry to the pack is based on their discretion,” she explains. She will not lead him off for his refusal. Neither will she lie and taint his name, nor bolster it, for he stands before her now as a cannon that was likely to swing one way or the other, and she could not be certain which direction that was.

“Though an endorsement from their beta might tip the scale.”