Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

Wylla. It was delivered with a grimace, as if the idea of giving her name out to random wolves was distasteful. But Maegi wasn't just some random wolf, was she? Maegi was a pack mate and Wylla had to get along with her, or at least make an effort to, if she wished to remain here in the mountains for a time. Mahler had told her to be more respectful than she thought necessary, after all.

Since Maegi's name confirmed that she was not Mahler's co-leader, Wylla opted for civil but chilly as she turned her lithe body with every intention of side-stepping Maegi and continuing on. She paused at the sound of Maegi's voice, however, and swung her head to regard the other woman with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

Good for you, she said. But I'm not sure why you think I care.