Ankyra Sound sheepskin

"Caiaphas gets her own consequences, she's as much to blame as you," the Alpha insisted, lips twitching and muzzle buckling, "but I don't plan to hurt her, jeez." She was many things, but vicious? Nah. Wylla didn't really have enough incentive to do something like that, and she wasn't keen on giving Caiaphas reasons to try to take her out. She rather liked her comfy position at the top of the hierarchy, even if it came with its fair share of bullshit in the form of Chusis and Arrilles.
"I don't care if you leave instead," she said in a manner reminiscent of a dismissive hand wave as she turned for the woods and began to limp away. It was true; she didn't really care for either of their senior citizens. Them leaving would have been easier for Wylla than trying to justify letting the witch stay despite the threat from weeks earlier. Lycaon's love went only so far, after all; she was still torn on Caiaphas, evidently. "Never asked for either of you to stay here, anyway. But if you do stay, then next time that guy shows up, make sure you kill him."