Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

"If you were leaving anyway, then what's your problem?" seethed Wylla, lifting marginally up from the ground as indignation coursed through her. "It's dog eat dog on the coast, you weren't protecting your territory well enough, that's your problem. We smelled food, weak borders and an opportunity. You stopped us anyway, quit acting like we did anything to you." Honestly. If Durnehviir thought she was doing much to comfort the previously weeping Wylla, well, she wasn't. She was only pissing her off, and she had enough burdening her at that exact moment that she really didn't need this.

Speaking of which, "what do you want, anyway?" There had to be some reason the crimson she-wolf had poked her head under that log. Wylla's eyes were flinty as they fixed on the other wolf's nose. Surely Durnehviir hadn't just come to gloat, but so far, she wasn't giving any indication that she wasn't there just to rub it in. Her question was extremely vague but Wylla answered anyway, in true Wylla fashion, though her voice broke in the end: "because everyone's a huge dick. Including you right now."