Bearclaw Valley who among you will be able to stand?

"sariel, ameline. ameline, sariel." his grin was shit-eating. "i know how they look, and they're starving for sure," ancelin addressed to his mate, indigo eyes earnest, "but they're so — obedient."
his tone changed then, to one of invitation: go ahead and order them around. "i figure we feed them up, then devote all their kills to the girls. and if we move on, well," because it was always an option, even as each day felt more settled. "didn't want to leave em as bait for a pack wolf."