Ankyra Sound Let's have Some Fun, Fun, Fun

It was just one thing after another for Grimnismal. Their small pack on the strand hadn't done anything to instigate disrespect thus far (Caiaphas' visit to Blackfeather Woods, she was unaware of), but there had been two trespassers in as many weeks, and several wolves at their borders that seemed to think it was acceptable to show up and show only a shred of respectful decency. A few weeks ago Wylla had been mellow as could be, if not highly judgmental, as a leader; now she was simply fed up.

So when Engel's call for attention rose over the strand, she was already in a foul mood, wondering why wolves thought it was okay to just show up and demand entry like they were owed something. Ironically, that had been Wylla's very mindset as a lone wolf, but power went rapidly to her head, and the resultant beast was about ten times as harsh and off-putting as Wylla had ever been before.

Engel didn't get any nice smiles, words of welcome or indications that his presence was wanted when Wylla emerged from the forest. Instead, he got a flash of her teeth and an impatient growl of, "what do you want?"