The other man's voice was stern as they sparred; he didn't seem to share their viewpoint. "Have it your way. If he dies, I will be sure to let the Master know your thoughts on the matter."
There was the sound of a scuffle and then a sharp cry. Staying still was excruciating but neither of them moved.
"You can't let the Master know anything if you're dead, Charles. I suggest you remember that the next time you want to threaten me." There was another harsh cry and then silence for a few moments.
"Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut. There was no need to break both my arms, you psycho."
"You've already healed so stop your whining," was the response. Now that he had made his point, their usual captor seemed to lose all interest in the wolf and his companion's threats. "Do we need to re-dose the
