Remember, good bitches get rewarded

The four wolves rise and walk toward you. Shaking, you sink to your knees. "I want to be a good bitch," you whisper, your mouth dry. They stop, looking startled, then glance at each other and grin. The gray one licks his lips and moves toward you.

"Welcome, bitch," he says, holding out his paw to you. You take it and he helps you to your feet. "I am Skoll, alpha of this pack. These are Noir and Ghost, my lieutenants." He gestures to the black and white wolves, respectively. "And I think you've met Argus, our naughty omega. Off fucking that horse again, were you?" he asks Argus. Ghost, standing nearest to the golden wolf, smacks him in the back of the head. Argus flattens his ears, tucks his tail between his legs, and hangs his head.

"Sorry, Skoll," he says.

"Not yet," Skoll says, then he turns to you. "Tell me, bitch, what would a suitable punishment for Argus?"