Ankyra Sound the wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing

Wylla wasn't really in the mood for being called to the borders, but then, she wasn't really in the mood for anything lately. Even when she was upbeat, she was grouchy as hell. Caiaphas' threat remained in the back of her mind, as did the weight of having to decide what to do about their unruly, miscreant neighbours. She hadn't sought Arrille out yet to ask him why the fuck he'd gone and picked a fight and then left her brothers to get hurt on his behalf; it wasn't that she was cooling down before talking to him, but rather, heating up. She wanted to make him rue the day he crossed her and her siblings, and the only way for a tiny she-wolf like her to do that was to let it build up until she was ready to explode.

So when she arrived on the borders, she was already grumpy, and the first thing she saw was two wolves who weren't her there, when the call had been for her, and she grimaced. Nosy bitches. The second thing she saw was Nyx showing dominance, which ordinarily wouldn't bother her at all and actually made a lot of sense, but the display set a jealous and defensive flame in her stomach for some reason. The third thing she saw, or rather smelled, were the mushrooms, and she shoved forward aggressively, aiming a not-so-subtle snarl at Nyx to back the hell down.

"What's that?" she asked the newcomer, eyes lighting on the cluster of shrooms with a magpie's delighted gleam in them, and her lips unfurled into a greedy little grin. For now, she was so focused on the gift of her favourite thing that she didn't notice how fair and becoming the newcomer was, setting all three of Grimnismal's females to shame—although Nyx wasn't too far off in terms of attractiveness, which probably had something to do with Wylla's irritated response to her—and so her typical jealousy was held at bay.