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

That was that, then.

Later she would thumb through a list of regrets that she'd accumulated in the name of this pack and this man she'd hoped to love whole and entire one day. Maybe a sense of loss would find her then, but what really was she losing? Possibly her children, but selfish as she was in some regards, Wylla wasn't selfish enough to force them to follow her. Otherwise?

The scrutiny of her packmates. The lack of trust and respect for her judgment. The lack of support from her partner. The frustration of always being lesser, somehow. The paranoia that the coming season would surely have heaped upon her head, especially with Asra around, no doubt flirting with Mahler and spreading her legs for him. In fact, the idea of not having to deal with that or even care was a weight already lifting from her back.

A slow breath, and then finally she was able to urge her paws to walk, and she would not look back at Mahler as she left him to find her children.