Saemund
He wrinkled his nose again as she growled again. "You wish to leave. I have non quarrel with that. But Mjollnir shall provide with you an escort--" he bared his teeth at her "--out of the valley. And i grant them the permission to tear your throat out at the first sign of trouble." The alpha stood up straight, his eyes scanning the surrounding wolves. "You, Annabelle and Fable, will lead this--" he shook his pelt as if ridding himself of dirty leaves "out of the valley, and far beyond Mjollnir territory. "I assume you find this arrangement satisfactory?" He asked the loner fae, his voice scathingly sarcastic.
