Wheeling Gull Isle v.a.t.s or die

With Goliath no longer a wolf to contend with, there were two others above her at least in rank. Wednesday still debated whether or not she would fight the other for his... or if she ought to delay and let herself heal. Her patience was hit or miss. She took things day by day to see how she felt... and though she was healing, she still certainly wasn't at her strongest or her sharpest.

The pale wolf tracked Gristle idly but stopped in her tracks upon seeing Roach. She hadn't the chance to meet him, but as she stared at him she likened him to a detestable creature. She had seen the same thing in the features of Blurryface, but then, there was enough uniqueness and ugliness in the other to blind her to the 'yote-like contours of his muzzle. This wolf screamed what was in his blood... but he bore the height and the girth of a wolf, which caused her to stare on in dumb confusion.

She looked to Gristle, to see what he made of it. If he attacked the creature, she'd suppose she was right. Otherwise she imagined it was her injury and the remnants of bloodloss that caused her delusions, and that would be that.