Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

All she could do was gawk at the stranger. She wasn't a little puppy anymore, but she'd still only met a few wolves outside of Moonspear, at it was jarring to meet on that her father apparently didn't approve of. She listened with a quirked ear and a hard stare as The Great White expanded on the stranger's transgressions. Her dark brow furrowed, and she looked to the side as Hydra stepped forward, not really surprised to see the identical girl standing there.

At her words, Ayla's tail twitched in agreement, and after a quick flick-flick-flick glance between the three heads, she stepped forward, in front of her father.

"Don't worry, Daddy. Let us handle this fucker," she suggested, feeling confident that, between the three of them, they could run this interloper off. And if they couldn't, The Great White would be there to finish the job.