Golden Glade Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair

Whatever irritation Rye was feeling on the inside wasn't communicated outwardly; from Wisteria's perspective he was calm as calm could be. A little matter of fact in his delivery, perhaps, but she wouldn't complain about another wolf's candor. He did everything right and if Wisp was any other wolf she might have struck up a good conversation with Rye about hunting.

Unfortunately, she was not only basically a teenager, she was wild and unkempt.

No, she snapped, pressing her own ears back defensively. He might, if he read between the lines, recognize her hostility for the fear that it really was, but wolves as reactive as Wisteria made it hard to want to see past their unpleasant attitude. It was much easier to walk away from such interactions. As if to dollop the acid icing onto her own crumbling cake of social pleasantries, Wisteria added, it's creepy and weird. Yeah. Take that, cRyep.