"What are your orders, master?" Samantha asked the smokewolf.
"Laughter therapy."
Samantha nodded and wrapped a chain around Mitar and Ranu's legs, giving them room to walk but not to run. She then unshackled them "Move."
They walked, growling at them.
"I trust that you are on our side now, correct?" The creature asked.
"Yes." They answered.