Nova Peak If you must mourn, don't do it alone

Hm, she mumbled through a mouthful. She supposed that Stigmata was a sore subject for Stag, and pressing that particular button might be a regrettable affair. She couldn't relate, which made giving the execute order on that a little easier. I obviously didn't know him, she said, swallowing a bit of gristle and lapping blood from her lips but if he was a man worth his stones, I bet he'd be really, really proud of who his son is becoming.

In case it touched a nerve — because for all she knew, Stigmata might have been a major piece of shit like so many other dads across the world — she latched quickly onto the topic of Zarya. I'd be shocked if she's alive, said Wylla, chortling. Wolves that stupid have no business breathing. It's remarkable how many of them make it to adulthood at all. Then again, pups were kept under watchful eyes for much of their first year. Maybe it was just a case of going overly wild and losing all those budding brain cells the minute the reins were loosened. Not unlike her first child, she thought with a grimace she sought to hide.

How long do you think she'd have lasted in the pack if not for us? she wondered. Her wager was less than a month. If not Stag and Wylla, then surely someone else would've found her contemptible stupidity and inconsistent attitude insufferable.