Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

Oooh, she was a touchy one. Wylla was no stranger to being called names, so this hardly fazed her. The truth of the matter was simply that Wylla was unfriendly, particularly so to other women. Maybe it was due to feeling competitive or maybe it was pure, brutal jealousy, but whatever the case, Wylla had a hard time being nice to other bitches until they showed her something worthy of being nice about. And while Maegi didn't have many assets for Wylla to be jealous about—she considered herself both prettier and more desirable than the club-footed she-wolf—she was a lady and that was really all it took.

She was mean to men, as well, just less inclined toward catty remarks.

You done? she asked, turning her head to regard Maegi with one taunting yellow eye. They could be friends someday, maybe, but it took a lot of fortitude to put up with Wylla's attitude long enough to earn her respect... which, in most cases, wasn't worth it at all. The older she got, the less of a bitch she became, but hell would freeze over before anyone ever deemed her "good company".