Sawtooth Spire Singing Oh my lord, she'll be the death of me

It didn't seem like Ainhoa had really heard what Wylla said, but she didn't care to correct the woman a second time. If the grizzled Eisen had anything to say about it, an unproven newcomer to the pack wouldn't get within a wolf's length of any pregnant woman in the pack, let alone their newborn cubs. Too much at stake and too much of a gamble. Until such a time as she earned the trust of the female Eisen, that's just how things were going to be.

Kay then, she said noncommittally, moving away from Ainhoa to investigate the roots of the nearest tree. After a little while, she pursed her lips and turned away. Not stable enough. Are you looking for something to do? she wondered, assuming Ainhoa hadn't up and left.