Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

After depositing the bone in a hastily dug cache, Wylla stalked off into the forest, allowing her confusion to fester into anger. It wasn't her fault if one proud man couldn't take some criticism on what was so obviously a terrible idea. Sue her for being honest! Sue her for thinking of the poor children born of loveless contracts for something as cold as politics!

(Was that how she'd been born? She wasn't sure; Tachyon had been dead before she could meet him, and if Lusca had spoken of him, it was fleeting.)

So locked in her own mind was she that Wylla almost stalked right past Maegi without seeing her, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision only because the two-toned eyes registered at the very last second. She drew up mere inches from knocking into the she-wolf, who was practically invisible in the snow. Woah, Wylla huffed, dark ears flattening. Watch it! Even though it would've been due to her inattention and not Maegi's, but whatever. Details.