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"Lycaon," she answered automatically. "He likes your witch, and the witch needs her dog." In truth, Wylla appreciated Kierkegaard's stay on the sound and approved of his methods on the borders, and most of what she said was in jest, even if her disapproval of Caiaphas was higher than the sky for stealing Lycaon away. Her feelings about the grizzled male would change markedly if she ever found out how little he really thought of her, but she was none the wiser to that, and thought of him as one of their more promising members. Naturally, it was mostly because his age and experience provided advantages that the pack's yearlings and younger wolves did not; Wylla wouldn't be Wylla if she didn't think of advantages. She didn't know him personally at all, and true to her oh-so mature and inclusive nature, didn't plan on fixing that.

She leveled her gaze next on Kaori, who repeated her name and earned a classic Luschyon squint in response. Was there ever a time when one of the siblings wasn't squinting at something? "How do you know Lycaon?" As she asked it, there came a gust of jealousy in her tone, for she shared more than just blood with Lycaon; she was no less vengeful when she thought she might lose her beloved siblings to another, and Kaori jumped immediately from unassuming trainee to Lycaon's probable girlfriend in a flash, which took her (completely unfairly, mind you) about fifty steps down on Wylla's Like-You-Or-Hate-You Ladder.

Kierkegaard stayed her hand, if only because he could tan her hide if he really wanted to. "Trained for what?" she had to wonder, but her gaze was hot on Kaori, as if asking another question: what do you want with my brother, you harlot?

Sry for Wylla's insecurity lmao