Noctisardor Bypass You talk like a man and taste like the sun

Little bumbling puppy paws were usually very easy to hear, but since Worripa was there before her, Wylla was completely unaware of the pup on the other side of the bushes as she regained her breath and stared after her escaped prey. Her hackles rippled and she cut her rumbling growl abruptly short when a boyish voice called out, much closer than she expected anyone to be. It wasn't hard to locate the boy by sound, but Wylla made no effort to poke her head around the bushes to find him.

Instead, she rose and picked her way carefully to the foliage on the other side of the path, a little further from Worripa, and hunkered down. She debated with herself for a short time about whether or not Mahler would be pissed off at her for this, even though these weren't his children, but it had to be better than ignoring the kids or being aggressive toward them, right?

Yes, it had to be better. In the most ominous-sounding and spookily wavering voice she could manage, Wylla called back, it is I, the Bogeywolf!