you are a great wolf. A few weeks ago you were informed you’d be serving the prince and soon to be king. You hated this because your people were recently subjugated and the hurt to both your people’s pride and ego were still heavily bruised. You still followed because threatening your wife and pup was a very good incentive. You walk into the great hall. Gold stature and red velvet carpets like the walls and floors. You’ve never seen something this nice. You walk into the great thrown room and see Prince Tykos sending someone to be executed the next morning. For what you didn’t know. “Hello Prince Tykos. It’s an honor to be here” your tone dripped with sarcasm and unfettered hatred.