Two Shadowclaw wolves dragged the prisoner forward.
The herald unrolled his scroll and began to read.
"Unlawful entry into Shadowclaw territory. Unauthorized use of wolf form inside the northern ridge. Participation in a coordinated strike team targeting a sovereign Alpha King and a woman under his protection."
"Coordinated is generous," the prisoner offered helpfully. "We fell apart the second your wolves showed up. I would say we participated in the way a hamster participates in a dog fight."
The herald continued without looking up. "Attempted abduction of said female."
"Allegedly."
"Conspiracy with a foreign entity to commit an act of war against the kingdom of Shadowclaw."
"The penalty for any one of these charges is death," the herald finished. "The penalty for all of them is a significantly more creative death."
"See, now we're talking." The prisoner shifted his weight, wincing as the silver bit deeper. "I've always wanted to be memorable."
