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When Elwood explained the reason behind Towhee's weird behaviour, Wylla balked, but not because she was shoving all four of her paws in her mouth. In fact, she had no idea what deaf was and mistook it for a disease. Explains a lot, she thought venomously. Hope it's terminal.

She was careful to keep her expressions guarded from her inner dialogue, but her tongue was another matter. "Look, she was rude to me first, so if you wanna pick a bone about getting off on the wrong foot, you should talk to her. I didn't do anything wrong." Being a pack wolf was not a free pass to be a total dick to lone wolves in Wylla's mind. Loners had it hard and worked hard for their survival; they deserved respect as much as anyone else. She hoped that Elwood at least could get that, even if a spoiled pack brat like Towhee couldn't.

"Plus, I'm literally starving here," she went on, gesturing to her rawboned figure, "and she went and gave my food that I caught to prove myself to a bird. Sorry if that hit a nerve. But I am a good hunter and am willing to help feed your pack in exchange for somewhere to stay. You can decide for yourself if I'm trustworthy once you know me better, and likewise." She wanted to be given asylum, but she wasn't going to beg for it, not from hottie and certainly not from Towhee. Wylla wasn't the groveling sort; in fact, she was already being too honest and straightforward than she was used to because she was fired up.