Hushed Willows unruhestifter

Her imagination could've danced off to fantastical places on the thread of how many gays Lumiya had in her arsenal, and if the whole pack's purpose was comparing body parts. What else did gays do in their spare time? Obsessed with genitals, every one of them. At least, that was Wylla's expectation. She was rather homophobic, although she'd never had any reason to reveal it, and assumed it was some kind of obsessive sex disease to want to share bodies with one's own sex. Imagine ruling an entire pack of 'em!

Alas, Eleuthera's arrival put to rest all of Wylla's misunderstanding. Ah. This was Seelie Court. That explained a lot. Wylla was left to wonder what Lumiya actually said, but while the cryptic queen made mention of the very reason behind their departure from the mountains, her eyes remained on the lilac-grey woman who had visited Sagtannet. She considered Eleuthera a particularly selfless wolf, and her opinion of this pack could only rise with the woman's presence.

Like Mahler, she didn't like how much Lumiya seemed to know, but it made a lot more sense with Eleuthera there. A change of scenery seemed more worth the trouble than waiting to see what some unruly canyon dwellers would do, she said. She still believed they'd made the right choice. Fighting could only invite more fighting, more trouble. Leaving before the fighting started? Seemed pretty wise to her.