Nova Peak You let me get a bite, out of sight, out of mind

Wylla spent a lot of her time on the western edge of the territory of late, driven by her paranoia about Rosalyn and her band. If she wasn't in the Tangle laying scent markings and generally being a nuisance, then she was doubly and triply fortifying Sagtannet's borders where they faced the sea. But after about a week of that, she deemed them sufficient and headed out east with the dawn, eager to stretch her legs without the accompanying rigidity of knowing there was a potential threat lurking just beyond.

The cold, humid air cut easily through her thin fur, making it difficult to keep her teeth from chattering even though she proceeded at a light jog. It was only a matter of time before she found Takiyok heading the opposite way, and with a gentle wag of her tail, Wylla turned back the way she'd been coming in hopes of accompanying the Griff on her patrol. What was the point of going further this way if Takiyok had already taken care of patrolling that way?

Sooo, said Wylla in a slow, measured breath, how'd you meet Taikon? She'd already drawn a few probably incorrect conclusions about their relationship, conclusions which put Wylla significantly more at ease with Takiyok. Enough to be teasing about it, at least.