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

You're right, said Wylla, grateful for Takiyok's input. As much as she liked to think she was a capable and competent mother, Wylla's second litter was the only one she'd had any real experience with. It pained her to think of it now, but Lusca had been as much involved with Tiercel as she had, to the point where Wylla rarely had to think about things like her eldest daughter's safety. She wasn't a seasoned hunter even before losing an eye, either, and appreciated a second opinion on which hunting ground was more suitable.

That would be great, she said, equally pleased that Takiyok was willing to help teach the children as they got older. On matters of guarding territory, Wylla felt quite capable in her abilities, but organized fighting wasn't something she was ever exposed to. She wasn't very good at protecting herself, as evidenced by the scarring still obscuring her empty eye socket. She could dive into a fray and throw a few punches, but she didn't have much patience or the mind for tactics and probably took more hits than needbe. Takiyok's lessons on self-protection would be beyond valuable.

She walked with the winter wolf for a time, speaking of the growing children (including Marble, Calcifer, and even Astraeus) and future lessons they might be interested in before parting ways.