Horizon Ridge your anger is frightening the sand

"Ugh, I know," agreed Wylla, wrinkling her nose as Raptor's stupid face crossed her mind. She'd give anything to beat him down once and for all, and then maybe she'd stop running into him. Part of her thought it was symbolic in a way that they kept crossing paths; they had unfinished business and she suspected it would never be finished until one of them was dead.

Well, it definitely wouldn't be her. She had too much to live for, and he was ugly and nobody loved him. The outcome seemed obvious.

"Thanks," she said with a thin smile, taking a moment to properly look Furi over. She, unlike her brothers, didn't know Drageda's smell and had no way of knowing this was one of the wolves who had caused her small pack so much trouble lately. Well, okay, that was exaggerating a little; there'd been one incident that she knew of, but that was one too many for someone who wanted to just chill and not deal with it, if you asked Wylla. The girl was pretty in a way, black with blasts of frost that gave her a pattern all her own, but since she wasn't a Grimnismal wolf, Wylla's general jealousy didn't extend to her.

"We can go looking, sure," she said, because she felt confident that Raptor's attitude would change pretty quickly if it was two against one. "He hangs out along the beach usually," she added as she picked herself up from her position on the crumbled ridge and began to pick her way down. "My name's Wylla," she answered, but didn't have much more to add. Wylla the Alpha seemed like a pretty lofty thing to say at that moment, and she didn't want to scare off a potential good wolf, for once.