Broken Boulder sturmwolke

She had spent some time outside of the territory after the small spat with Mahler. It was wrong to say that she hated him or was even pissed off. She did not, however, plan to make amends with that shit stain of a new recruit. Sequoia just straight-up did not like him, and she still considered him a terrible addition to the pack. Why take in a sick and injured wolf when they were trying to build up their ranks and defend this new place? It did not make a lick of sense to Sequoia, and she would never understand it or agree with it. Sometimes, though, you gotta roll with the punches, and this was one of those punches.

The patchy girl woman had spent the evening elsewhere, leaving her small apartment vacant for the past few evenings while she searched for recruits (or rather, more suitable men). Besides, she did not want to go anywhere near stink butt doo-doo brain. Yes, that was how she had named him.

The day was still just starting when she made her way back to the forest that surrounded the boulder, and she caught a glimpse of Mahler not too far ahead.

She was curious to see how he would deal with her now that time had come and gone. Would he continue to punish her, or would he let it go? Would he want to "talk it out," or would he be fine to leave it alone?