Swiftcurrent Creek can u spare some beans

"That's nice," Wylla snorted in the brief space between finding Easy and Constantine's arrival, "but it isn't my call. Dunno how many good hunters we already have, anyway." She wasn't prepared to intentionally overstep her bounds here, not yet. She wanted to ask Easy something ridiculous and hard to answer like she had on Grimnismal's borders, but it wasn't her place and so she fell silent instead. There might one day come a time when Wylla regained her spirit and returned to her ways, but that wasn't now. It wouldn't be for a very long time, if it even happened at all.

Luckily, Constantine arrived not long after, sparing the silverclad Luschyon from having to converse with a perfect stranger rather than interrogating them. It wasn't that Wylla wasn't open to being nice to other wolves—once upon a time she had been passably nice, if sarcastic and manipulative—but she just wasn't in the right headspace. She didn't feel great lately, no doubt a result of all the recent stress in her life, and she was isolated and alone to boot.

Wylla badly needed a friend, which Easy had picked up on, but the gates were tightly closed for now and she glanced away as the exchange occurred between lone wolf and Alpha wolf. At some point she drifted away from their conversation and headed back toward the river, craving a swim in one of the gentler bends.