Nova Peak If you must fight, fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night

When the rest of Sagtannet had filtered away, Wylla remained.

Try as she might, she couldn't command her paws to move. Something ice cold and bitter kept her rooted to the spot, staring after where Taikon had gone. Her stomach writhed with disgust. That she would once again stand in front of a pack of wolves she worked tirelessly for and be fed the same scorn and contempt she had suffered as leader in Grimnismal was almost beyond believing, yet here they were.

It was entirely possible she was taking it way too personally, but how could she not when her entire life had been defined by wolves looking down on her? Kierkegaard and Caiaphas had enjoyed the safety of her reign in Grimnismal while blatantly ignoring her authority. Nyx had enjoyed the safety of Sagtannet while Wylla lost her eye in defense of it, and that had not stopped her from spewing lies. Now Taikon, who stood in front of the pack as a new initiate and met Wylla's eye because he disagreed with her fear about the cliff wolves, and the only wolf who even thought to stand by her was Stag. Not even @Mahler, who was supposed to be her equal, but treated her like his underling. None of her subordinates. It was painfully clear what they thought of her.

She swallowed bitterly. She had left Grimnismal because she could not stomach any more disrespect for her rank, and that dark feeling was welling up in her again.