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Ever since the incident with the half-dead (half-dumb?) wolf in the forest, Wylla's efforts to keep the outer borders secure had doubled. As a result of the added work, her cranky tank had also gone and overflowed, so she wore a venomous scowl as she prowled through the woods, itching to just hit someone. She was mostly looking for Lycaon—she hadn't forgotten how he had called her a skunk, and his being her long lost brother hardly excused him of that—but when a call came from someone other than her pallid sibling, Wylla groaned and heeded it all the same.

Being a leader was so much work and she just wanted to lay down and make someone else do it for her, but she also knew that she would never actually, because her ego was far too real.

She pitched her brows up when she arrived to see not only Kierkegaard, whom she assumed had called for some other purpose, but also a black yearling. Wylla couldn't tell Kaori's age, only that she smelled of youth, but it was Kierkegaard whom her sniping gaze landed on. "Stray dogs have diseases and are a waste of good money, Kierkegaard," she informed him, mostly jokingly, but she couldn't mask the real question in her eyes. Who was this and why had Kierke brought them here?