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Privilege, She supplied, licking the sour aftertaste of the word from her lips, though her whiskers remained straight, an indication of her disdain. Wolveth who got no tough love when they were a kid. She speculated. Those who came from have not families, after all, had to fight for everything, and lacked the same sense of entitlement that others seemed to have. Then again, she looked kinda beat up. I theen wolveth with that thing on their neck before…Maybe it doeth thomethin’ to you, havin’ it on. She wasn’t sure- but she knew she didn’t like it or trust it.

He seemed comfortable with her process of doling out punishment. Inflicting pain had always been an effective remedy for trouble at the borders. Took time to learn. A year an’ a half ago I probably woulda jutht wanted huh dead for comin’ tho clothe. She admitted. Gueth I’ve thoftened a bit, Though the glint of her teeth as she chuckled said otherwise.

She’d simply changed her methods; pain was more effective than a quick death. Pain taught a lesson, and lessons couldn’t be learned by the dead.

I wanted to thank you, for goin’ along with it all. For your trutht, an’ for bein’ tho efficient. You did good. It was important that he knew he’d been watched, noticed, and that his actions were weighing heavily in his favour.

And now, the scout had news of Kvarsheim. Yeah, I know of ‘em. Thmall pack, led by a younger guy named Thven. They lookin’ for a pack hunt or thomethin’? I’m sure we can arrange that.