Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

I do, she confirmed, matching Nyra's stare with an equally withering one. Whoever this moron was, she was awfully cocky standing on another pack's threshold. Wylla was leader no longer, but even a blind suckling pup of the pack had more authority on Rivenwood's land than this bitch. No doubt she sported more testosterone than most men, with that grotesquely masculine body, and had something to prove. Next to her, Kynareth was utterly unremarkable.

Speaking of Kynareth, it was a crying shame Wylla did not remember the description of Donovan that she'd been given. Last I heard, they were into kidnapping and torturing others so they can get their dicks off to it. Sounds pretty fucking pathetic to me. She flashed a pointed gaze between the two, as though to say it was pretty plainly obvious they weren't wanted here. Ursus? Whoever they were, Wylla would sooner help them than the Saints.

She twisted an ear back at the sound of another's breathing, but for the moment, did not recognize Astraeus. She was merely grateful for more back up, for if these were the same wolves the realm wished to eradicate, Wylla did not doubt they would try to cause trouble when denied.