Wapun Meadow endlessly barbaric

Wylla was struck with the immediate feeling that she was going to regret approaching this bawdy she-wolf. It wasn't Norsamu's response because that was perfectly reasonable. It was the cocky grin and the way her eyes seemed to gleam with some kind of superiority that put Wylla on edge. She was born to be a head bitch in charge and it never sat well with her to be smirked at that way.

I should ask you the same, she stubbornly responded, hitching her black ears forward and affixing a scouring stare on the loner. After all, you're the one shrieking so loud you woke my pack. Was it a bit of a power play? A bit of a strange flex? Probably.