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Ugh. Optimists. Ishara just wanted to be friends and Clock just wanted to meet his pack mates. Both of these things were perfectly normal and acceptable to wolves that didn't feel as downtrodden as Wylla, and she had encouraged her own subordinates to do them as well. She just didn't feel like it, though. Her self worth had crumbled into dust and building it back up took more effort than she was willing to put in.

But the two were here to stay, it seemed, so she reluctantly lifted herself off the rock and splashed back into the running river. "Name's Wylla. You can get to know each other better if that's what you want to do," she grumbled, implying she didn't care to get to know either of them better at this time, "but if you want to be useful, you can help me catch some fish for the pack." With a flick of her tail, the she-wolf stilled her legs and watched with a keen eye for silvery shapes darting by, but her ears were turned back toward the two wolves.