Emberwood Lurking in the Night

Well, that was no good. Wylla's expression grew pinched as she peered at the white wolf through the snow, but she didn't have much time to examine her or ask anything else before WhisperDawn deliberately pulled ahead. Rude as fuck, the yearling thought with a terse frown, but that was that. She knew when she wasn't wanted, and she didn't really give a crap about the other loner either. While that often didn't stop her, the young she-wolf was nursing a minor injury, the weather was getting worse, and she wasn't going to take down a doe on her own in a gale like this. With a shrug, she veered her course and headed in a different direction, abandoning the hunt in favour of finding shelter and rest.

Wylla isn't the kind of character to stick around, so unless WhisperDawn tries to address her or stop her, this thread would naturally end here. ^^;