Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

Shifting the blame to Maegi was surprisingly easy, enough to placate Wylla for the moment. She'd expected backlash, but sometimes other wolves were cooperative with her finger-pointing, and it always made her feel better when they were. Like Maegi, Wylla could use a friend or two, but it was a loooong and bumpy road trying to make friends with someone as thorny as her, so we'll see how it goes.

Who's asking? Wylla replied, wondering if this was Mahler's co-leader that he intended to have children with. He could ... probably do better than her, Wylla thought, eyes scanning a little judgmentally over the Glasgow grin and the twisted club foot she hadn't noticed before. Not exactly the prettiest wolf, but she supposed it was an arrangement made of practicality rather than looks.

Still, who the fuck wanted a cripple for a mom? How would she even hunt for any kids she had? Seemed unfair to make the man do all the work.