Nova Peak he wears the night

Wylla stared blankly at Wintersbane as he gave his reasons. He didn’t think he needed to inform anyone where he was going? He didn’t think he needed to stay close by the pack he led? As the Eisen who had left her home territory only one time since the pack's formation, she felt she had every right to judge him for this. She sternly pointed out, Leaders have a responsibility to their pack first and foremost, and you were supposed to be a leader. There was no reason for you to be so far away from the pack.

Neither Mahler or I have gone so far, not even— Here she stopped. Wintersbane didn’t get to know about Thade. It wasn’t very wise of Wylla to withhold information about her missing son. If she told others, maybe someone would’ve seen him by now. But it was a sore spot and she was convinced that he was dead, and she was loathe to offer any wolf an advantage over her in any way, even if it was absurd of her to even think that knowing she’d lost her son was advantageous to anyone.

Not even when it would’ve benefited us, she finished. Wintersbane said he would never abandon his pack, but in her eyes, he’d done exactly that. Whether he meant to or not didn’t matter to Wylla. By travelling miles from their claim without saying anything, he’d opened himself up to danger that they couldn’t rescue him from. If he’d only stayed in the mountains, none of this would’ve happened. To Wylla, that was as good as walking out on them deliberately. She decided, rather unfairly, that his loyalty was in the wrong place. His whims. His desires. Not his pack.

All the while, she studied his body language. So far, no indication that he acknowledged he was no longer her equal, and this was no longer his pack. It wasn’t helping her opinion. Sagtannet requires loyal wolves who put their pack first, even if it means never straying, she said. Why should I believe you're capable of that now?