Nova Peak he wears the night

She listened to his story, impassive throughout. She'd worried about him, too, when he never returned. But she'd knownmany wolves in her life who disappeared without saying anything and she was no longer very receptive to the many excuses they had for it. Maegi, Titmouse, Jigsaw, Quellcrist, and Ainhoa, to name a few from Sagtannet alone. For her, it was a difficult thing to forgive nowadays. If Wintersbane had been attacked in the mountains, that would've been one thing. She could've accepted that.

But he wasn't.

What were you doing on the coast instead of in the mountains, where you were needed? He'd mentioned scouting, but what purpose did Sagtannet wolves have scouting on the coast? It was miles and miles from their claim. Almost 150 miles, to be precise. There was nothing of benefit for them there. Without telling anyone, too? she pressed. He'd been needed in the mountains. He was supposed to be their leader and protector. He was supposed to put his pack first, before any personal whim or desire. Wylla felt like he had failed utterly in the only duty he had.