Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Wylla's experience with outsiders largely mirrored Stag's, although the definition was completely dependent on her current situation. If she was being honest then she would admit that her experiences probably stemmed mostly from her own bad attitude instead of the outsiders themselves, but that required a level of self-awareness that Wylla simply couldn't be bothered to develop for herself. It was much too easy to blame others.

Stag voiced a question then that completely perplexed Wylla. Wut. She flipped through a few possible meanings for that vague question only to find that any one of them was equally likely. Why had she come to Mahler's pack? Why had they come to this mountain? Why did Zarya come? Why did any outsider come?

Can you elaborate? she asked with pursed lips, doing her utmost not to reveal how badly failing to understand him irritated her. It wasn't his fault after all. She wouldn't be halfway surprised to learn that his encounter with the log had turned his brain to soup.