Bearclaw Valley Screaming, shouting, throwing your glassware to the floor

Put his head on a pile of bones at the borders.

But he was a Swiftcurrent wolf; such an act would provoke war. 

Torture him and leave him laying in the stinking swamp to the North so that he dies in the mud.

Still not optimal- and messy. The swamp might be partially frozen now, anyway. His corpse wouldn’t be as easily concealed.

Castration?

Possible. But it’d take many wolves to hold him down in order to perform such an intrusive operation and again- probably might be a crime.

She took a breath, and quieted the impulse to seek punishment before an explanation. All she could see was a miserable woman, and she assumed the worst had happened. All three options were enticing, but not worth the effort if it provoked a war- from what she knew there was enough of that going on elsewhere. She’d need a reason before she ordered action.

It’th okay to cry, She said, settling in. D’you wanna tell me what happened? She coached, if the woman could summon the words.