Nova Peak he wears the night

There were plenty of reasons beyond caring why a wolf would return to their former pack, most of them selfish, but Wylla chose not to argue the point. It wasn't relevant. Wintersbane knew as well as she did how this was going to conclude. She wasn't a forgiving wolf. Never had been. Second chances were sparingly granted nd usually for a good reason. And Wintersbane simply hadn't given her any reason why he should be eligible for one; his misfortune did not excuse his lack of foresight.

He hadn't bothered to supply a proper answer to her question. He was too tired.

He hadn't bothered to show even a smidge of deference to her rank and right within Sagtannet. Was he too tired for basic respect, too?

Her lips tightened into a thin line. I'm glad you're alive, but there's no place for you here. You need to leave, she told him with a single, punctuating lash of her tail. Mahler would not like this, but she would stand firmly by her decision. Sagtannet did not belong to Wintersbane any longer, and Wylla was tired of wolves failing to answer her questions or show respect on their borders. He was her equal once. He was no longer.