Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

Wylla came off, for all intents and purposes, as prickly as an urchin, but if there was one thing about her, it was that she was hungry for the approval of her peers. She would never admit to it. She would never show it. But she wanted to be liked and she wanted validation, so when the mood grew heavy around her, it didn't matter what she individually thought. She read and morphed to the environment around her, and that was true now as well.

"I don't think you have many fans here," she pointed out unabashedly, flicking her jet ears out to the sides, where the heated tension of her companions was certainly evident. "Skills mean nothing if no one wants to be around you." It was certainly a strange thing coming from Wylla. Witchbaby probably wasn't so bad at all, certainly more charming than Wylla, who seemed to at least have comfortable standing with the wolves of Grimnismal. She didn't think that would last. She was prickly and defensive and insecure, just about every ugly trait you could possibly have. Her rude words were clear indication of all her own ugliness.

But Witchbaby's bold forwardness didn't seem compatible with the wolves of Grimnismal, and you needed to at least get along with who you lived with, so Wylla raised her brow. Well? If she had met Chusi by this point, she probably would have been a little more accommodating, but presently she only knew that there were bristly wolves here. Witchbaby seemed like the type to clash with bristly wolves. In fact, she idly wondered why Witchbaby herself hadn't changed her mind upon meeting them.

So Grimnismal I think is shaping up to be very opinionated and subjective and judgy so WE LOVE YOU but our chars don't. >_> Sry.