Noctisardor Bypass I'm sick and tired of love songs

Company always conveniently arrived when Wylla was at her most content. Usually, it came in the form of Mahler, with some tidbit of news or another. Sometimes, it came in the form of her daughter, whose adventures carried her beyond Rivenwood a lot of the time. It was rare that Wylla shared the company of other wolves, mostly by her own doing — while she would never admit it, she was willfully difficult to get along with.

So she was surprised when she turned her head to the voice and found Sequoia’s dark-furred daughter near her shoulder. Isn’t it kinda late for you to be up? she asked before she could catch hold of her own tongue, then snorted something like laughter. Whatever, I won’t tell anyone.

As to Druid’s question, Wylla lifted her eyes back to the sky and shrugged anticlimactically. Beats me. They’re fun to watch, though. Like, alive or something. Didn’t get to see this much where I came from. Wylla was admittedly not the best with kids that weren’t hers, but after a beat, she did think to ask, what do you think they are?