Northstar Vale Gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam

Captive; the word lingered bitter on his tongue, a sort of shame he'd never wanted to taste. Some days Chae wondered if it even truly applied to him. They hadn't held him for long, after all — and the token he carried with him now told a different story altogether. A gift for his dear mother, who would surely be delighted to see her favored son alive and largely whole.

The boy was too weak to call for @Viskani as he stumbled to the border of her claim. He collapsed with his gift clutched beneath his chin and between his paws, gritting his teeth against the agony of fractured forelimb and lacerated sternum. His coat was a mess of old wounds, some healing and some festering. Blood crusted his eyes, his nose and mouth, his fur in patches and the spaces between his toes.

All that was easily overlooked, however, when one noticed that the prize he clutched was a severed wolf head.