Sleepy Fox Hollow Take you to my hometown where I grew up

Shit, she hadn't meant for anyone to see her outburst. Wylla released the root and whirled around at the deadpan sound of Takiyok's voice, ears falling dramatically to the sides. Since her first encounter with Maegi, whom Wylla had assumed to be Takiyok at first, the salt-and-pepper wolf had made an effort to at least know her packmates by sight. This was definitely Takiyok, and Mahler's advice drifted lazily through her head.

Was she judging her?

Swallowing down the urge to say something sarcastic, if not outright rude, Wylla straightened, shook the snow from her fur, and answered, was chasing a rabbit. It got away because of this piece of shit root. She aimed a kick at it. Was gonna yank it out or something so it doesn't happen again. Why? Good enough excuse, she thought, even if pulling up a tree root was not in the realm of possibility for any wolf.