Sleepy Fox Hollow we are just happy to serve you

Wylla was still wrapped in the haze of the season, but she felt foolishly confident that Mahler would not allow even Takiyok to lay a hand on her, so she didn't bother to hide herself as she searched the territory for something to eat. Her head was bowed as she weaved a haphazard trail through the hollow, pausing here and there to root around in a snowbank for recent scents.

She found Maegi's fallen hawk not by scenting it, but by sniffing out her packmate. Given that she was in a much better mood lately than she ordinarily was, she made for the club-footed she-wolf without a hint of animosity from their last meeting. No question about the source of her good mood; now that Wylla's heat was in full swing, the agitation from previous weeks had melted away and was replaced with an unusual euphoria that could turn anyone, even someone she'd had a disagreement with, into attractive company.

That is, until she saw what the Centurion was looking at. Quirking a brow and sidestepping to confirm what she'd seen, Wylla called out, hey, what are you waiting for? Gonna eat it or not? Because if Maegi was gonna pass up a free meal, then Wylla could definitely use one.