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

It was pretty cheeky coming from Wylla, who up until recently, had been an astoundingly selfish wolf. One could say she still very much was. She didn't see it that way, of course. One never could see their own flaws with clear eyes, and she was better than most at pulling wool over her own. She did it day in and day out and never once thought of the effect she could have on others. In that way, she was very selfish indeed.

Her lips stretched slowly into a wry grin as Stag blundered his way through a reaction. She almost barked out a laugh when he said he wouldn't be a good leader like her. He might've been the only wolf in all of Wylla's history to think that she was a good leader. Her brothers, maybe, but they were probably biased. Mahler had followed her once, but few others had shown her much respect in that position. A tolerable leader, maybe. Not a good one. But Wylla, of course, thought she was an excellent one.

We all make bad decisions, she said, and nearly launched into an explanation of how all of Mahler's recent decisions were bad ones. She caught her tongue between her teeth and reminded herself that to Stag, Mahler was as a father, and heavy criticism of the fool man wouldn't go over well. We all just do the best we can to do what's right for the pack. You have a good head on your shoulders and you care about others, and you would have us to guide you. I can't think of anyone who would grow more admirably to the role than you.

If you're interested, that is.