Dragoncrest Cliffs No to your letters love

Outwardly, Rosalyn was pure fire.  Internally, she felt overwhelming anguish strike her as Wylla spoke that knell.  Of course.  They were never safe.  She would not tuck her tail and flee now, not without first speaking with @Erzulie when she'd returned.  But the prospect of war, as soon as they'd settled, because this crazy bitch couldn't stand proximity... It was good that Wylla did not turn her back, because Rosalyn wasn't sure if she would have been able to stop herself.

Just her luck that a stranger would see fit to risk sacrificing her pack upon the rocks of these cliffs worth it to drive them away.

For once, Rosalyn had lost any words to respond.  If she were a younger wolf, she'd have thrown out the challenge to prove it, but she had a family now.  And this feeling, that the wilds were closing around them, was exactly what she'd hoped to avoid by laying claim to these cliffs.

As soon as Wylla was out of sight, Rosalyn visibly dropped in posture, forgetting for a moment that Grim was there.  She couldn't fathom moving again, but she also couldn't fathom another Drageda.

WC: 193