Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

You wouldn't stand a chance, Wylla boasted, pride in her mother's abilities evident in every word. Wylla could be fast if she needed to be and could leap high if she wanted to, but even she had nothing on Lusca's wiry agility. Especially now, with her shoulder injury, she could not keep up with her own mother. Wylla knew better than most not to judge a wolf's abilities by the size of their bodies, but she somehow doubted Mahler could match Lusca for nimbleness.

Well, she said at last, after allowing him some time to smooth the fur on her neck (and selfishly taking some time to bask in the attention that she worried would not always be for her), I'm guessing you have things to do. For Rivenwood, she added, mimicking what he'd said moments before about duties. She tried not to let her stomach roil with the fear that he would go out into Rivenwood and forget her here.

It was a ridiculous notion, and so pervasive in her thoughts that Wylla had to physically swallow it down. I'll be fine here, she assured him, then motioned to the abandoned food nearby. I'll even try to eat that.