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

Later, someday when she wasn't so inflamed, Wylla would probably feel bad for her brash attitude toward Nyx. Probably. For the present moment, her eyes were locked on the mushrooms, her tail swinging covetously, and she had forgotten about her collection of present pack mates. She had also forgotten how to be grateful for their back-up, it seemed. Mushrooms were way more important—in the moment, anyway.

"Smart boy," she observed, though it was no question of whether she thought her brothers were smart or not. She knew they were, and was unabashedly biased about it, too. Any unrelated male wolf in the pack would get a harder time from the bossy little Alpha, who had long since let her ego make a hot balloon out of her head, but never Ingram and Lycaon. Ingram knew just what she liked, and since Reef not only knew her brother but had also brought her a gift, it was a no-brainer.

She was a shitty leader and it showed.

"Sold," she said, mustering a grin of her own as she backed off the newcomer. "This is Grimnismal. Welcome home." She should have done something leaderly, like asking for a demonstration of Reef's skills, or introducing her pack mates, or offering to take Reef on a tour. She did none of those things; she didn't care about what skills anyone had, she didn't really know the names of her two female companions or truthfully anything at all about them, and Reef had her own damn legs, didn't she? "Ingram might be in the grotto or he might be along the beach somewhere," she shared, stooping to collect the bundle of mushrooms, which she intended to take down to the rock beach and roll all over in due time.