Silver Moraine If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part

She'd been far too busy at the cliffs trying to destroy Umbra's leg and losing her eye to really get a good look at Umbra's companion, so when Sunhawk himself rose up out of the bushes to eclipse her, Wylla didn't recognize him. Her memory of that night was hazy at best and was focused primarily on Umbra, who she would easily recognize if she saw her in the future. Sunhawk had been something of a specter and she'd taken no notice of his distinguishing golden stripe at the time.

Didn't mean she was any less baffled or annoyed when he stood up and spoke in a voice warped with nervous energy. Wylla's lips pressed tightly down over her teeth as she considered him, then growled, why are you hiding like a weasel? Already she was spinning an explanation in her mind, for there could be only one reason a wolf would be skulking about like that so close to a pack's claim, and it didn't paint Sunhawk in a very favourable light.

Who do you report to? she asked, more stern now as she drew herself up to her full diminutive height.