Spotted Eagle Mountain What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?

Sister? Wylla's lips tugged downward at the thought. She was a sister already, and she didn't need more siblings, let alone false ones. She did relish the thought of living on a mountain with two preordered underlings, but she wasn't sure how she felt about that becoming a familial duty to them. "No, no," she said in the manner of correcting a horribly mistaken child, "queen, not sister. Ruler. Leader. You be my servant, yes?"

Man, were all mountain wolves like this? Tall black ears fell to the sides as she regarded Rheia and finally answered, "Wylla." She thought about adding a "queen" to that, but already she was reconsidering her duplicitous act. All Wylla really wanted in life was an easy way to coast through it, making as little effort as possible, but something told her that even if Rheia agreed to be her servant, she wasn't actually ready for the commitment of being this wolf's "sister".