Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

The third of the trio also didn't miss the look that Witchbaby passed Nyx's way. She narrowed her eyes, but her judgment wasn't quite as strong as Kierkegaard's or Nyx's; who knows, maybe Witchbaby just had something in her eye. If anything she was more judgmental of how little regard was given to herself—scoff. She thought she was pretty, even if she wasn't really, and even if she wasn't in to women anyway.

"Okay, cool, whatever," the Alpha apparent said dismissively, like a flap of the hand to ward off an irritant, "but why?" If it wasn't made obvious to her two companions already, Wylla had zero experience with leadership. She'd never even been around a wolf that acted like a leader before, besides briefly meeting those that tried to exploit her as a lone wolf only to send her away for no reason (read: her attitude). Perhaps because she'd been through hardship herself, Wylla felt for other lone wolves, but she hesitated in this particular instance because Witchbaby wanted a fresh start, which came across to her like running from the past.

That was something Wylla didn't really believe in, so she had to ask.