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Wylla would try, anyway. Hunting wasn't her forte even before the loss of her eye. It required some level of cooperation and trust in others, and these were both tall orders for a vitrioloc and suspicious creature like her. Most of her life, she was a coastline scavenger and hunter of small things. A mooch, in a sense. Times were changing, though. Life without comradery was no longer appealing, and though she longed to fling the same lack of respect and trust in the face of those who'd done the same to her, she was learning.

Slowly. It had taken years for her to understand that respect was a two way street and not simply owed to her. If she ever meant to make of Rivenwood the home that Sagtannet had not been, she had to change her attitude. If, then, she was still treated the same... Then she would truly stop giving a shit.

Mahler reeled off more unfamiliar names, the latter of which drew Wylla's attention away from a clump of dishevelled, greying fur under his jaw that she yearned to preen into place. Stag's brother? she guessed. Now that was interesting. Perhaps Argent would be a good place to start, if he was anything like his sibling.

Certainly Laurel, Sequoia, and Praimfaya were not the best options for her to meet first. Jealousy was not something Wylla could tamp down in a day or even weeks, and surely she would be jealous of them no matter what Mahler said. Better to meet them later, when there was no heat scent on the breeze and when she was in better spirits and health.