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"Okaaaay," the little she-wolf said, voice drawing off into an expectant trill as she eyed Mahler. No one had been quite so forward on her borders before. More recent joiners had dealt with Ingram, who had a knack for dealing with strangers on their threshold. He liked to make friends. Wylla, on the other hand, really wanted nothing to do with the wolves who turned up expecting succor, or whatever it was they expected. The more wolves in Grimnismal, the more competition.

Then again, this one had balls, so he wasn't really any competition for her, was he? Nah, definitely not. "So?" she asked, arcing a brow severely over her half-lidded butterscotch eyes. "What are you giving me in return?" Surely he wasn't coming empty handed? Ever since Reef had brought her a mushroom, Wylla the Egomaniac expected presents for the oh-so-generous gift of her time and consideration.