Scourge sat atop a pile of bones, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he watched three of his clan members drag a trembling newcomer into the clearing. His black fur gleamed menacingly in the faint light, the dog teeth on his collar clicking softly. With a flick of his tail, he signaled them to stop.

"What do we have here?" Scourge's voice was cold and sharp. He stepped down, each movement calculated and intimidating. "Speak quickly, or you'll find yourself regretting this encounter."