"It is not I that you should fear, but justice." Replied the King to the wolf, "You shall journey with me to my realm, where you shall remain until we cross paths with the man you've wronged. Justice will be served."
"Bite me!" Growled the wolf, snarling.
"I'm afraid I won't oblige with that request, but I think they will," said the king, as numerous beings of a similar make to The Wolf began to creep out of the woods. These beast folk surrounded The wolf, and pointed their weapons at him, as one, that might have once been a bear, gestured for the Wolf to drop his sword.