Swiftcurrent Creek can u spare some beans

Wylla didn't entirely notice when her head lifted and her hackles prickled to the sound of a stranger's howl. She never really thought about it as she picked her way across their idyllic territory, winding around trees and missing the roar of the ocean for the hundredth time. The snarl of the river was no consolation; it was a purr in the sea wolf's ears. Still, she'd been taken unawares by the sheer depth of the creek in places and her tread was careful as she passed over one of its many branches.
It wasn't until she reached the borders and saw the mottled hybrid standing there that Wylla thought, shit, I'm not the leader anymore. Had never been the leader here, for that matter. For an awkward beat, she merely stared across the wooded borders at the grey-streaked wolf, who was larger than her by a few hands, and then swished her tail uncertaintly. "Can we help you?" she grunted out, only because it was probably better than just turning around and leaving upon realizing that she was overstepping.
And, truth be told, Wylla was way too down in the dumps to be her usual rude-as-hell self.

100% skippable once a leader arrives!