Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

What a self-righteous, conceited, stuck-up little bitch, was Wylla's prevailing (unfair) thought when Towhee refused to call a leader and chose to press the issue. Wylla didn't know the first thing about how some packs worked, what mercenaries were, or why some kid roughly her own age had the balls to act like a leader in her own right. Lusca would have smashed Wylla's face into the ground for being so audacious back home, which hadn't stopped her from growing up to the self-righteous, conceited, stuck-up little bitch she seemed to think Towhee was, but that was there, and this was here. She didn't have the luxury to be a jerk, even though all she wanted to do was tell Towhee to get lost so she could talk to someone who was actually important, having no knowledge of Towhee's own well-deserved importance. So she mustered a smile with her teeth pressed together so tight it made her jaw hurt instead.

Wylla shot another glance up at the hawk, weighed her options, then decided that if this pack turned out to be full of lunatics with pet birds, she could eat all their prey pals for easy free food before she was kicked to the curb. "I want to join," she said, as plainly as she could put it. "I'm a hunter," at least that was honest, "but I can do pretty much anything else you want, too, 'cause I'm pretty awesome that way."