Broken Antler Fen tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas

Hydra. The valkyrie was not surprised in the least. Her brother had wooed a strong woman into the place beside him (or, perhaps, the other way around), but no wolf could handle everything, and she was determined to help in some form or fashion. Surely, she would figure out how she could assist at some point but, until then, Keres had no problem becoming a jack of all trades. He was right though. Politics were much preferrable to bloodletting and the like; with as long standing as the Spear was, Keres was sure that they were adept at both.

Nose wiggling, the silver woman noticed they were much closer than they had been before. They would get their headcount soon enough, it seemed.