Nova Peak Buddy, I went down to Scarlet Town - aint never been there before;

Swift as she was, she was pitted against a wolf whose entire life was shaped by being on the run in one way or another. Raleska outpaced her, which caused Wylla to put on the brakes. Her breath huffed out of her lungs in severe bursts of cold-smoke, inspired as much by her rage as the exertion of a flat-out run. Her tail lashed angrily, the tip slapping against her hindquarters like a whip, but she eventually came to a stop to watch the windswept Rusalkan flee.

She'd been right to suspect that they would be a problem. Only when she was satisfied that Raleska was not going to turn around and come back did she swing toward the mountain and Star. She gave a tight-lipped smile to the matron, acknowledgement of her support in chasing Raleska off, but filled with grim and dire suspicion that their peaceful existence here was at an end. If her threat to Rosalyn had been a bluff before, it was no longer. Something needed to be done about it before the Rusalkans decided to send more than just a scout their way.