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

The shriek of abject terror that should have accompanied the title never came. Instead, the boy in the bushes laughed at her. Wylla's fur rippled with affront that she was forced to smooth down the very next second, because Worripa came crashing right through the bush, blowing her cover even more thoroughly than he already had. She puffed up like a startled cat and almost tried to dive for proper cover, but there was no way Worripa would miss seeing her. Wylla caught herself at the last second and froze instead. Another little dark pup, another twinge of worry that Mahler hadn't been very truthful.

She didn't have long to consider that before the boy shared his opinion, to which Wylla openly scoffed. Don't you know the Bogeywolf?! She clucked her tongue like he was being ridiculous and extricated herself from the bushes. Her rear end was covered in almost as many twigs and leaves as Worripa's entire body. Nice. The Bogeywolf isn't funny! It's the most fearsome monster in all the land!

She bared her teeth in a faux menacing snarl, trying to save some face by continuing on with her pretend role as the horrible Bogeywolf, and said, and it loves to eat tasty little puppies!