‘How terribly noble,’ Handy thought derisively. ‘Feh, if he was that considerate, he wouldn’t be here in the first place given how worried his father became over his obsession.’ Handy shoved the last bit of gruel into his mouth with his hand and looked around to the guards. He saw three of the dogs in armour growling among themselves and throwing dice in a cup over a pitiful pile of gems. One of them clearly did not enjoy losing and punched another in the face. Rex, tall bastard that he was, materialised behind them and immediately shoved the two apart. Usually when he saw fractious behaviour in the dogs, Rex would quickly squash it, and the dogs would whimper to avoid the wrath of the pack leader. But this time, a few growled and said something to Rex in an angry tone. Discontent in the ranks?