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

Aaah, he'd meant how come. Feeling astoundingly stupid for not catching his meaning and even more irritated by her idiocy, Wylla had to take several seconds to swallow down her ire lest it come out in her tone. She didn't notice Stag's downcast expression and wasn't aware of his fears, so she didn't spare the time to reassure him that her opinion of him wasn't in jeopardy. Even a notoriously judgmental beast such as she would be a monster if she held verbal hiccups against a kid with probable brain damage.

Oh, I dunno. They just are. Everywhere I've ever lived, the wolves there are smart and the ones who come from elsewhere are stupid as shit. She tongued her incisors for a second, thinking back, then said, like, one time, I helped lead a pack on the coast and one of the member's sisters or something decided to come running right past our borders. Can't get much more stupid than that. We also had a bunch of wolves cross into our territory and then act like that was a totally reasonable way to try to join our pack. Snort. Idiots, the lot of them.

Maybe it's just something about not being in a pack that makes wolves dumb as fuck, she finished, having no actual explanation for the number of idiots she'd encountered in her life. It certainly had nothing to do with her own attitude and bias.