Arrow Lake dogs

"whether he admitted to it or not, a self-proclaimed mercenary such as yourself should have been able to surmise how truthful he was being," the wolf growled, picking up on his packmate's irritation, and feeling that he had no right to feel such a way. it may have been stigmata's prerogative to dole out any final decisions, but he was certainly not interested in addressing half-rendered stories. what kind of decision was he supposed to make from what he was given? "no one is asking you to go around tossing baseless accusations, but for you to simply have asked him about it before speaking behind his back would have been to give your own packmate the benefit of the doubt. this is your family now, corvus. if you cannot at least confront a fellow comrade with a rumor you have heard about them, then we will not survive."

he was aware that corvus seemed rather put off - having obviously expected something different from the general - but as valuable as he thought the male to be, stigmata simply had no patience to lord over every member's actions or hound them for past secrets. whatever wrongs redshank had done in the past had not so far been reflected in the present, so if corvus only meant to warn the sandraudiga, then he had accomplished his mission. except, it felt more like the male expected stigmata to do something about the ruddy cretin in their ranks - though for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what the mercenary could have wanted, when he himself knew very little of the situation.

treason? he didn't know the name, but as he had presumably met all the leaders at lost creek the only day he had visited, he tried to clarify. "what do they look like?"