Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

Sequoia, a name quickly picked up and set aside. Not one of Sagtannet's, and no concern of Wylla's, so long as the pups had a father elsewhere who was not Mahler. Praimfaya was more of a surprise, but she remembered how Mahler had spoken of the girl returning, making amends. Time alone would earn Praimfaya the respect of Wylla, who remembered keenly how the self-proclaimed "commander" had stood there and watched while her leader was disrespected at the borders of Sawtooth Spire, and remembered how Praimfaya had defied direct orders from her superiors.

Yes, she would make that one work for it after that. A taste of her own medicine might do that girl some good.

Wylla started gently when Mahler's toes touched hers, breaking her out of her thoughts to glance down at them with a queer flutter in her chest. Laurel must be the woman whose damnable scent was in the air today. So long as she did as she was told and left Mahler alone, Wylla would have no qualms with her. Another unfamiliar name, another wolf she didn't much care about.

How many are left from Sagtannet? she wondered next, biting back the urge to pull her paw away from his. There was no reason to do so; just her usual stupid fear of losing everything, urging her to shut it down before it even had a chance to begin. The rabbit haunch sat forgotten while she swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat that threatened nausea should she take another bite.