Nova Peak tränenfleck

It’s my job, Wylla replied, referring to both. What sort of leader would she be if she allowed her partner to go and get injured defending the pack, only to turn a blind eye to the possibility that the threat would be back? And what sort of leader would she be if she slacked in his absence?

As for him being well enough to handle the pack while she was gone… only Mahler could say. Wylla didn’t know enough about injury and illness to argue. Can you walk enough to go up the mountain? is what she asked in lieu of telling him he wasn’t capable. Not only would it potentially be a strike to his masculinity–something she delighted in most days, but not while he was still hurt like this–but she had no desire to argue, either.

Arguing had brought only pain thus far. What did they look like? In case I find them there when I go.