The Ambush

The four adventurers stood at the mouth of the dark cave, peering down into the inky black void as they tried to shut out the sounds of the forest around them, their ears and eyes focused on watching for any signs of life. The leader of the group was Drustan, a muscular shark wearing heavy plate armour, several deep scars and gouges adorning his old hide. He drew his sword and held out his torch in front of him, stepping into the cave as he motioned for the rest of his band, a stern look on his face, 
"No use in standing around, we must be back before daylight's end, I don't intend on camping out in the deep woods all night long."
Directly behind the leader was Anselm, an experienced huntsman, a bearded vulture with a bow slung over his shoulder, a light dagger stuck down the side of his boot, his eyes constantly canvassing the area, seemingly studying both the surroundings as well as his fellow travellers. Holding the back of the pack were a pair of smaller mercenaries when compared to the two men in front of them. Myrrhine was a local healer, the bunny acting as the guide as well as tending to any wounds that her companions might suffer, her belt clicking and clanking with the sounds of several bottles of different coloured tinctures rattling around as she carefully descended down into the cave, holding the other of the group's two torches. The final member of the party was also it's newest one, Sepfy having been recruited only a few weeks previously from a large village on the other side of the valley, the three others coincidentally coming across him in a tavern. Though the wolf-fox hybrid was very young, only ten years of age, his skills with skulking around were still of particular value, his knowledge of some basic magic only enhancing his ability to cause mischief and chaos among ranks of enemies without even needing to reveal himself. He was wrapped up in light cloth and a leather chest piece, a black cloak around his shoulders, the hood pulled over his equally black hair. His light blue fur easily melded into the walls of the dark cave, a confident look on his eyes as he marched forwards, his hand resting on the hilt of the short sword on his hip. Leaving the bright sunshine behind, the four adventurers descended deeper into the hole, their torches soon only a barely visible blip in the darkness, like a star in the night sky. 

Sepfy followed close behind as the group slowly made their way through the old tunnels, the natural stone walls eventually opening up into a large cavern, carved ruins of civilizations long dead littering the large open area. His eyes were focused up on the ceiling, constantly keeping watch of not only what was directly ahead, knowing from experience that the adversary that the party was hunting didn't always attack head on. He had been told that a huge arachnid had made its lair in the old ruins, coming out at night to raid the nearby small village, stealing cattle and even people to feast on. The last time that he'd fought an arachnid, it had dropped directly on top of him from the ceiling while he wasn't paying attention, the hybrid intent on not making the same mistake twice. He did however note a few odd things about the whole situation, mainly that the cavern didn't really seem to show any of the usual signs of arachnid infestation: no gigantic cobwebs coating the corners of the place, no clutches of the spider monster's eggs hidden in any dark nesting spots. He also noticed that his companions didn't seem to share his cautiousness, none of the other three keeping an eye on anything except the path directly ahead, going forwards at a brisk pace with seemingly no worries of being ambushed by the beast. Sepfy hadn't been with the rest of the group for that long, but none of them had previously seemed that disinterested in being vigilant, the whole situation giving the cub a very odd feeling. Pushing his inner intuition away from his mind, he followed along, the four eventually stopping in the middle of what seemed like an ancient city square, several large ruins surrounding an opening. The boy looked around, confused at the reason for coming to a stop, none of the other three saying a word, only glancing at one another, 
"What? Why have we stopped, we're gonna need to ke-" 
Sepfy's words were cut short as Anselm stepped up behind him, clamping a heavy iron collar around his neck. His first reaction was to quickly reach a hand to the band, trying to tug at it, the tight fit digging into his flesh and making every breath a struggle as he looked at his companions with confusion. The vulture stared at him with evil glee, the other two looking on with a mixture of pity and stoicism. Before he could reach for it, the boy's weapon was snatched away by Anselm, a kick on his shin toppling his balance and sending him to the ground. He quickly rolled onto his back and extended a hand out to dole punishment onto the man who had betrayed him, focusing his inner power to bring forth a magical spell, his jaw dropping as nothing happened. The bird simply stood still, looking down on the hybrid with a smug look on his face, crossing his arms as the cub tried again and again to summon any sort of magic, 
"You can keep trying as long as you'd like, ain't nothing gonna happen though. I made sure to enchant that pretty li'l necklace you've got wrapped around you, ought to keep your magics at bay."
He laughed as something approached the group from the darkness, echoing footsteps drawing near. 

Sepfy immediately turned his head towards the approaching sounds, scrambling backwards until his back hit a crumbling wall, his heart beating faster as he heard growls and cackling from the murky shadows. Slowly, a trio of shapes appeared from the surrounding darkness and stepped into the group's light, the folf's horrified eyes widening as he recognised the figures. A pair of gnolls stood in front of the four adventurers, ragged and patchy fur cloaked in scraps of leather and iron, hunks of metal too unwieldy for any mortal men in their hands, sharpened to a deadly blade. Sepfy recognised the larger of the two gnolls, the warlord's wicked grin showing off that one of his large fangs had broken off and been recast in pure gold, a silver earring depicting a crescent moon dangling from his left ear. He was Tryrikk, an influential leader within the pack of gnoll local to the area, vying for a position as the clan's head. Next to Tryrikk was a smaller male, smaller for gnoll standards anyhow, the man still stood almost twice as big as Sepfy. He seemed to be one of Tryrikk's underlings, always staying a step behind his master, his hand clinging to his weapon. Next to the pair of gnolls was a feral hyena, a beast tamed for war, a spiked collar wrapped around his neck, his eyes locked on the fox-wolf as he growled, both his head and his tail low to the ground as he let out the occasional aggressive yip. Though gnolls were known to attack just about everyone and anyone on sight, the rest of Sepfy's party seemed to be rather calm, or at least as calm as one could be around one's mortal enemy. The cub looked around, confused with a tinge of panic settling in his belly, 
"Wha… what's going on!" 
Drustan turned to him, an apologetic look on the shark's face, 
"I'm sorry little one, but sacrifices must be made, for the good of the many. There are no arachnids here, the attacks on the town were carried out by gnolls. And you will help to put a stop to that."
The boy tried to process what was going on as both Drustan and Myrrhine started walking away, the rabbit unable to even look at him as she disappeared back into the tunnel they had come from, leaving the hybrid alone with Anselm and the gnolls. Tryrikk grinned and shook the vulture's hand, 
"Ya came through, I wasn't expecting that. I was thinking that I'd get to gut the whole lot o' ya, but this'll do nicely as well. Ehut, start us a fire, will ya!" 
The smaller of the gnolls knelt down to work on lighting up a campfire as the cub slowly stood up, his back against the wall. 

Sepfy had no idea what the gnolls had in mind for him, but he knew that whatever it was it wouldn't be good, his eyes flitting back and forth as he tried to look for optimal escape routes, his breathing ragged due to the shackle around his neck, his body feeling drained and weak due to the enchantment on it. He took off running, sprinting towards the shadows, his escape quickly stopped as Tryrikk jumped in front of him, the warlord moving at a speed that surprised the cub, a foot connecting directly with his ribs as he went flying back, collapsing onto the dusty ground with a pained grunt. Anselm put a foot on his throat, holding him down as the gnoll leader squatted down, grabbing onto his clothes and ripping them off, tearing cloth with sharp claws as the boy tried to struggle and slip free, growling at the two men. He felt Tryrikk's hands running on his bare thighs, his furious face slowly morphing into desperation and fear, the tip of a sharp blade sticking against his side as the gravelly voice of the smirking gnoll echoed through the cave, 
"You're my prize now, little thing, an' I like my prizes to be alive. But… I ain't exactly above 'aving some fun with the not-so lively ones either, if ya know what I mean. So I'd think real hard about how much ya wanna kick and struggle now~" 
To drive his point home, Tryrikk stuck the tip of his blade into the hybrid's hide, drawing a single drop of blood before pulling it back and standing up, motioning for the vulture to step back. Anselm did as instructed, the cub lying still on the ground, completely nude, his legs closed to hide his nethers and his cheeks glowing red from embarrassment as he tried to hold back tears. Tryrikk forced Sepfy's legs open, sliding a foot along the boy's thighs as he grinned and slowly pulled his pants down, 
his eyes travelling along the young folf's lithe body, stopping at the small sheath and the set of balls underneath, 
"You're not hiding anything, 'coz you're my property now, little thing. You're MY plaything, and I do as I wish. An' I need to make sure that everyone's gonna know that, now don' I~?" 
The looked up to see the gnoll gripping his sheath, a slight bit of pink peeking out from it, his smirk only growing as he pointed it at the boy. Just as Sepfy realised what was about to happen, a thick stream of golden yellow liquid began pouring down on his body, soaking his fur in the strong smelling piss, his new owner laughing loudly as the golden shower moved around, making sure to drench every single inch of his body, the boy whimpering quietly as the torrent tickled his own sheath. 

After a long and thorough bath in the the gnoll's piss, the cub opened his eyes as Tryrikk finally sighed and gave his slowly stiffening shaft a quick shake, chuckling as he looked down at the soaked kid, noticing the feral hyena anxiously pacing around from the corner of his eye. His gold fang glittered in the light of the campfire as he grabbed onto Sepfy's feet, dragging the cutpurse across the rocky ground. The folf grunted and shielded his face as he was bumped and bounced on the hard floor, still trying to come up with some plan to get out of the situation, his body still seemingly cut off from the otherworldly source of mana because of the heavy collar around his neck. The gnoll picked him up by his hair, the cub yelping as a few tufts of it were ripped off during the course of the manhandling, Tryrikk throwing him towards a half-crumbled wall. Sepfy stumbled forwards and groaned in pain as he bounced against the rubble on his belly, bent across it with his head down and his ass in the air, Anselm seeing where the situation was going and quickly walking up to keep the boy pinned down with a hand on his back. Tryrikk gave a loud whistle, making the feral hyena spring up to attention, growling and yipping,
"This 'ere is my personal warbeast, I call 'im Stoneskull. You know why he has that name? The first time I saw 'im, with the rest of his pack in the wild, he leapt off a rock and pounced right at my face, snapped one of me teeth into pieces with his own skull~"
The gnoll slowly caressed his golden fang with two fingers, grinning, 
"I smacked 'im into submission, and trained him up for hunting men, along with the rest of his pack. I kept him with me, the bastard can take on a bull and win without breaking a sweat. I've always liked 'im, and I wanna keep the beast happy, which is where you come in, little thing~"
The man gave another whistle and motioned towards the pinned boy with a finger, the beast immediately jumping behind the feral, staring at the cub's backend with curious eyes, 
"Ya see, the females I keep in my hovel are going into heat, and it's driving my precious Stoneskull mad, it is. He's pacing all around, howling at night, snapping at the others dumb enough to stick their fingers anywhere near 'is maw. Thankfully, now I've got you to help out, don't I~?"

Sepfy tried to look over his shoulder to see what was going on, the vulture sitting next to him keeping the boy guessing by forcing his head down. The hyena stepped up right behind the hybrid, his nose twitching as he pushed his muzzle closer and closer, sticking his curious face under the cub's tail as Sepfy yelped at the prodding cold nose, the three men chuckling. Stoneskull quickly located the young folf's tailhole, no matter how much the boy tried to keep his sensitive nethers shielded by his tail. The beast gave the cub's flank a tentative lick, his tail gliding over the soft pink bud, making Sepfy shudder and whimper as he followed it up with another lap. At the third lick, his tongue slithered inside of the tight and virginal hole, the hyena's hot and humid breath washing over the little boy's ballsack and taint as he dug deeper and deeper. Sepfy wiggled around uncomfortably, biting his lip and closing his eyes, unsure of what was worse: the feeling of a feral's tongue ravaging his ass or the knowledge that the three men were watching him closely, enjoying every second of the show. Stoneskull pulled back from the hybrid's tailhole, his red rocket flopping around between his back legs, his thorough investigation apparently deeming the cub as a good enough bitch for his cock. Without needing any further encouragement, he threw his front paws on top of the kid's back, his claws scratching the folf's back as he heaved his crotch closer, Anselm leaning down to give the feral a helping hand, guiding his tip to the waiting hole. As soon as he felt his rod rubbing up against the boy's entrance, Stoneskull slammed himself forwards as hard as he could, almost half of his shaft forcing its way into the tailhole. Sepfy screamed out loud as he was taken by the hyena, the tears he had been fighting to keep back rolling down his face as his ass was stretched open, his hands clenching around the edge of the wall he was bent over as he cried out in pain, the feral growling and panting over him. 

Anselm's sharp eyes watched the hyena's dick disappearing up the cub's tailhole over and over again, every thrust making a wet slapping sound and forcing a whimper from the boy, his chest puffing up and his own loins starting to ache with a need for release, the opportunity to use a young boy as one wishes without any repercussions being very rare. He finally groaned and threw his legs over the wall, deciding to take full advantage of the special deal he had struck with the gnolls, sliding around and walking in front of the hybrid, one hand still on the cub's head to keep the folf securely pinned down. Sepfy pounded his fist against the stone wall, trying to endure the waves of stinging pain that rippled through his body every time that the feral behind him thrust forwards, his sobs cut off by the occasional grunts and moans of pain. He opened his eyes to see the man that had sold him out, the vulture grinning smugly at the boy as he worked on undoing his legwear, sliding the pair down enough to pull out his cock, stroking it only inches away from the canine's face. Sepfy tried to turn his muzzle away from the bird's shaft, a hand grabbing his chin and jerking his eyes straight forwards, forced to open up his maw as he squirmed and pleaded, 
"Please… please don't… plea-" 
The boy's words were muted as Anselm slipped his length into the folf's mouth, sighing in pleasure as his member was coated in saliva, his tip tickling the back of the cub's throat as he hilted himself. Sepfy tried to push the man away, his hands shaking as he coughed and yanked his head back, the bird only pulling him straight back down on the cock. He writhed and whined as he was taken from both ends, his betrayer fucking his maw while a feral beast railed his ass, both males' paces quickening as his tailhole clenched around the hyena's shaft and his throat closed around the huntsman's rod, his eyes rolling back and his arms slowly going limp as he struggled to breathe. 

Stoneskull howled before biting down on the shoulder of the boy under him, intent on keeping his wriggling little mate still as he drove his knot into the tight hole. Sepfy screamed as loud as he could, his yells muffled by the hard cock in his throat and the feathers stuffed against his face, his cheeks stained with tears as he felt the hyena shooting thick loads into his bottom, his backside stretched wide by the feral's knot. At nearly the same time, Anselm grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck, groaning in bliss as the shaft in his maw twitched and exploded into an eruption of seed, cum oozing down his chin as he struggled to handle the sudden amount of sperm in his muzzle, a gag sending a spurt of the bird's load shooting through his nose. The feral hyena enjoyed the cub twitching around his girth for a few moments before hopping off of the boy's flank, swinging his leg around and turning ass-to-ass with the folf, his cock still tied to the kid as his tail wagged happily in the air. Anselm similarly left his shaft inside of rogue's maw, taking deep breaths as the hybrid had to swallow down mouthfuls of his cum with his dick still buried deep in the cub's throat. The bird slipped a thumb into the boy's mouth, grabbing onto his jaw and tongue, opening his muzzle wider before pulling back just a slight amount, the cock dislodging from his throat letting Sepfy finally get a gasp of air. He cycled between wheezing for air and swallowing down another glob of cum, not noticing the vulture's evil grin,
"Sorry boy, but I've really got to go~" 
Suddenly, right in the middle of the fox-wolf drawing his lungs full of air, his muzzle was filled with a steaming hot and bitter tasting liquid, a cough sending a torrent of the yellow brew all down his chin and chest, his eyes squinting in panic as he tried to tug his head free of the avian's grasp. Anselm only chuckled and continued pissing down the cub's throat, a mixture of his seed and his urine trickling down the sides of the boy's mouth. 

The man pulled out from Sepfy's throat, his whole body relaxing as he sputtered and spit out a mouthful of piss, his belly sloshing with the bird's pee. His head slumped down as he closed his eyes and breathed, thankful to finally be able to take in air without having to fight for it, the boy breaking down in sobs as Anselm wiped off his cock on the cub's hair. The feral hyena felt that he'd been tied to his bitch for long enough, snorting as he pawed at the dusty ground and began pulling himself out of the tailhole he was stuck in, his knot having deflated enough for it to slip out while still being girthy enough to cause the hybrid to shriek in pain as it pulled free. Sepfy tried to push himself up to his feet, his arms and legs trembling as he groaned and whimpered, taking several seconds of straining just to rise up. He held onto the wall for support as cum poured down his inner thighs, laughter at his state echoing all around him. He tried to take a single, shaky step, immediately collapsing down on the floor with a grunt, his body sore and throbbing with dull pain. Tryrikk gave him a prod with a foot as he covered his head and curled up into a ball, crying into his hands, 
"We ain't done yet, little thing~! Ehut, how about you c'mere and get yourself cleaned up~" 
The smaller gnoll grinned and eagerly jumped up next to the boy, rolling Sepfy on his back before standing over him. The cub looked up to see Ehut pulling down his pants, the man's tail lifting up to reveal his undercarriage, his cock dripping beads of precum on the folf's belly as he cackled and pulled his ass cheeks apart, quickly squatting down on the boy's face. Sepfy's muzzle was swallowed up between the gnoll's buns, his surprised yelp covered up by Ehut's moan as his nose was pushed up right against his tormentor's tailhole. The cub's lungs burned with the heavy scent of sweat that he was forced to inhale, his arms and legs uselessly flailing around as the man on top of him pushed down against him, his tongue forced into the musky asshole. 

Sepfy's hands latched onto the gnoll's thighs, trying desperately to push the man off of his face as he groaned and kicked, Ehut simply basking in bliss as the boy was forced to rim the sweaty flank. Tryrikk grinned and slowly kneaded his knot as he watched the pair on the ground, hungrily staring at the cub's creampied asshole, deciding that he wanted more than just his own hand. Setting his weapon aside, the warlord knelt down at the folf's feet, grabbing onto the young male's ankles and hoisting Sepfy's legs up, exposing the cub's well used tailhole. Keeping the legs up with one hand, he used his other hand to guide his large member right between the canine's butt cheeks, his tip finding the entrance, the hole already well lubricated with a very generous helping of feral cum. Sepfy felt his backside being stretched open once more, unable to do anything about it or even see which of the other three males was behind it due to the musky flank parked right on his muzzle, his eyes red from tears as he clenched his backside as much as he could in a futile attempt to halt his rape. Tryrikk only growled in pleasure as the cub's asshole squeezed around his shaft, enjoying the throbbing flesh for a few fleeting seconds before laughing and punching his hips forwards, cramming everything but his knot inside of the small folf, the pain enough to make the cub howl and twitch in agony, the screams just about inaudible due to the boy's maw being stuffed up the other gnoll's donut. Sepfy's whole body rocked back and forth as Tryrikk began ploughing him, his arms tightening around the legs of the man on top of him as he gasped and whimpered, the feeling of being so helpless and trapped, the utter humiliation, and the sheer pain making his heart beat in a panic. He felt a rush of warmth filling up his tailhole, a slight tinge of relief rushing through his mind, believing that the gnoll taking him had already cum, the pain of his asshole being gaped coming to an end quickly and without having to endure taking the man's knot. As more and more liquid poured into him, a pool beginning to form under his back from the small amount leaking from him, Tryrikk let out a low chuckle, the boy suddenly realising that it wasn't sperm that was filling him up, the gnoll was pissing inside of him. He roared and tried kicking the man off, the cub's outburst only making Ehut sit down on him harder as Tryrikk began fucking his asshole once more, still letting loose like a waterfall inside of him. 

Sepfy began feeling light headed, only barely able to get any air from under the sweaty ass cheeks while his tailhole was ravaged by the warlord, every thrust momentarily letting a rush of piss leak out from his hole before it was plugged back up once more. Ehut panted with his tongue lolling out of his maw as he jerked off, grinding his musky bottom against the cub's maw as the palm of his hand massaged his knot, the claws on his feet digging into the ground as he pressed his tailhole down as hard as he could, the boy's tongue tickling his prostate. He groaned and leaned back as thick ropes of cum shot out from his tip, showering the young folf's belly and chest with the white stripes, a few stray shots even landing on his superior's muzzle by accident, the bigger gnoll thankfully too busy to mind the friendly fire accident. Tryrikk growled fiercely as he lurched forwards with every thrust, the boy's hole stretching just a bit wider every time until his knot finally forced its way inside, the hybrid's muffled shrieks only making his tail curl up in pleasure as he moaned and orgasmed. A brew of steaming hot piss and viscous cum filled up Sepfy's belly, his body completely limp as Ehut finally lifted up from his face, his whole muzzle stained with spit and sweat. He closed his eyes and wept with a horrid mixture of humiliation and pain, feeling the gazes of the men right on him as the gnoll tied to his tailhole cackled. Tryrikk put a hand on the cub's belly, feeling his knot throbbing deep inside as he grinned, holding the boy down as he suddenly jerked his cock back as hard as he could, pulling the fox-wolf's asshole wide open. Sepfy jumped and screamed out loud, crying as his abused tailhole overflowed with a stream of yellow liquid, globs of sperm floating around in it. 

Tryrikk rose up to his feet, turning around to say something to the vulture as the boy quickly rolled and tried to crawl away on all fours, grabbing onto a boulder to stand up and run off. The gnoll noticed the escape attempt, only groaning in annoyance as he dashed forwards, grabbing the cub by the neck and delivering a swift boot to the boy's balls, punching the folf right in the chest before throwing him onto the ground. Sepfy howled like a wounded animal, bruises all along his body as the man roughly grabbed his arms and his legs, hog tying him with a length of rope while growling, 
"I guess I haven't broken your spirit yet, that'll change!" 
Tryrikk grabbed a knife from his hip, flipping it around in his hand and staring at the hilt of it, a firm wooden handle with a large bulbous metal pommel. He shoved the hilt right up the boy's tailhole, the hand guard snugly resting against the hybrid's ass cheeks as the pommel gaped his ass wide, the pain causing him to break down in tears and whimpers. Tryrikk glanced at his loyal warbeast, whistling for the hyena to come over and guiding the feral male to sit down right in front of the cub. Sepfy was tied down on his belly, grinding his teeth as he tried his best to withstand the pain, his muzzle suddenly pulled wide open as the gnoll plunged the feral's dick down his throat. It didn't take much coercion for Stoneskull to start fucking the young kid's face, his thick shaft making the boy's throat bulge out as he plunged his length down it, Sepfy's jaws straining with searing pain as Tryrikk held his maw open with both hands, the beast's knot gliding across his tongue. 

The hyena ravaged the cub's maw, his crotch bumping against the boy's nose multiple times per second, only a wet gurgling sound making it out of the folf's mouth as he panted and hammered away at his newfound mount, his front paws hooking behind the kid's head to give his thrusts even more stability and power. Tryrikk watched the cub struggling with a big grin on his face, intent on proving to the boy that trying to disobey him or fight against him in any way at all would be an extremely poor choice. He let go of the upper half of the canine's muzzle, a few fingers from his other hand still hooked onto the lower jaw as he reached over the young cutpurse's back, grabbing onto the dagger he had shoved inside of the boy and yanking the handle out, a wet pop and a whimper caressing the gnoll's ears as the pommel vacated the stretched hole. Sepfy's ass didn't remain unmolested for long however, his momentary relief lasting only for a few seconds before Tryrikk crammed two fingers into his aching tailhole, just two of the man's girthy digits enough to stretch him to his limits. The warlord circled a third finger around the boy's creampied hole, feeling the puffy flesh trembling in fear and anticipation as he smirked and gently pushed against the opening, gradually increasing the pressure to hear the cub's whines and sobs intensifying, slowly but surely stretching the ass open enough for a third finger. Sepfy struggled to breathe with the feral taking his maw, having to fight for air in between the short moments that the hyena's cock was pulling back, his nostrils flaring up as he wriggled around, precum drooling from his muzzle. Tryrikk suddenly let go of his jaw and put the hand over his nose, completely blocking all breathing, his mouth almost entirely blocked off by the knot he was forced to suckle on. He immediately began panicking, his eyes rolling back and his head shaking as the gnoll continued fingering his tailhole. He held on for as long as he could, the feral's knot lodged behind his lips as Stoneskull exploded in his throat, bestial seed coating the entirety of his maw as the world around him began fading out, his body slowly relaxing and his strained grunting going quiet. His tied up legs flinched one more time as he pissed himself, his sheath trapped between the ground and his belly as it sprayed all over himself.

At the very final moment, just before the cub lost consciousness, Tryrikk released his hand from over the boy's nostrils and pried the canine's muzzle open just enough for the feral's knot to slip out, Sepfy coughing up cum as he was pulled back from the brink of being knocked out. He yelped as the gnoll pulled out from his ass, his tailhole raw and red from the abuse he had received, dripping with both cum and urine. The boy's head collapsed down against the stony ground as Tryrikk smiled in satisfaction, getting up to his feet and wiping his hands on his shirt, glaring down at the young folf, 
"I think that the little thing might finally be broken, the first step of 'is training is done."
Anselm stepped up next to the pair, gently prodding the drowsy cub in the ribs to see if the kid was still awake and in one piece, 
"So, what exactly did you have in mind for him? I kinda would've thought that you'd just slit his throat and get it over with, but I'm guessing that this 'training' you're talking about means that you've got more in store for the poor kid."
The gnoll nodded, flashing his golden fang as he pet his warbeast, 
"The bastard has been a real thorn in our side for a good few years now, he ain't getting off that easy with a quick death, no. I'm gonna see to it that the little thing will be strung up right in the middle of our camp, 'is tail tied up and 'is head forced down, so that any needy male, feral or otherwise, can have a go at his holes, day or night, in front of everyone in the open~!"
"Well that does sound… delightful… but I think I'll take my leave now. I trust that you'll keep up your end of the bargain?" 
"Of course."
The two shook hands before the huntsman disappeared into the shadows, leaving the gnolls and the hyena alone with the boy. Tryrikk looked down at Sepfy, the hybrid having passed out while he had been talking, chuckling as he whipped the cub awake with the side of his blade and nodded for his underling to pick the young canine up, the four of them having a long trek ahead before they'd reach the camp.