Ah, his little wolf, not a cub any longer, but grown to his full potential.
But still not an alpha male, Danarius observes, seeing the way Fenris still defers to another. He sees the way his little runaway walks a step behind and to the right, guarding the mage's back the way once Fenris guarded his back.
He wonders, idly, if Fenris would turn on the Champion in time, disloyal creature that he is.
He wonders, less idly, if this Champion makes Fenris' tattoos burn under his hand the way Danarius used to.
It is that not-so-idle thought that seals his decision.
"Kill them," he instructs his guards when the time comes. "Kill them all."