Nova Peak he wears the night

A howl that wasn't initially familiar pulled Wylla from the foothills where Mahler rested toward the borders, but when she caught sight of that towering blue-grey bastard, her ire reared its head. Wintersbane. The motherfucker who disappeared on them in the middle of breeding season without a single word, when the pack needed him and his protection most. She was torn as she approached, unimpressed with his disappearing act, but aware that he had founded Sagtannet alongside Mahler. Her leading partner wouldn't approve if she recklessly told him to get lost.

Wylla's bearing was cold and dominant as she appeared through the trees, standing tall and fixing Wintersbane with a pair of aloof yellow eyes. The downward turn of her lips and the general displeasure radiating from her was enough to communicate her feelings. Where Mahler would've just been relieved that he was alive, she was only surprised that he'd returned after abandoning them and doubtful of his value. She'd respected Wintersbane as a fellow leader once. Now, she wasn't sure she should even trust him. Explain yourself, she demanded.