Sleepy Fox Hollow i wanna see the way you look up under all those stars

If Wylla noticed the effect her words had on Stag, she didn't notice it prior to turning away. Likewise, she didn't know anything about Zarya's acceptance to the pack, only that she'd seen the woman in the distance in passing before. She'd assumed she was a newly initiated pack member, but things suddenly started to take a turn for the suspicious.

Why would Mahler maul your leg? she wondered, pinching her brows together. it wasn't like the General to harm his own packmates, or at least she didn't think it was. She knew the man intimately and yet there was still a lot about him she didn't know; who could say if this was unusual for him or not? Stag supplied the final piece of the puzzle; the stilt-legged juvenile peered up to her face with a mumbled revelation and Wylla turned suddenly.

Unless that's true, she said, eyeing Zarya now not as a packmate she could put to work, but a potential threat. If Zarya was a trespasser and not an initiated member of Diaspora, then Mahler mauling her made a lot more sense... and the General harassing her physically could account for his scent on the newcomer's coat, too. It all made sense. Opting to believe Stag, Wylla stretched to her full diminutive height and bared her teeth at the Geist. So why is she here, then?