Noctisardor Bypass i hope i never get sober

He apologized on Wylla's behalf, and Sequoia sighed at his question. But she knew the answer to it as quickly as the query had left his mouth. Of course, she said.

Unlike Wylla, Sequoia had fought for Rivenwood. She had maybe not been the most involved member of the pack, but she had been here. She had followed all of his rules, and she had reaped the benefits for doing so. He had allowed her the children she had so desperately wanted, and Witch and Druid (and Worripa and Skaigona) had changed her life for the better. If she felt before she owed him something, that feeling washed away now, giving him what he needed most: a chance to speak with Wylla for her misbehavior.

What's the deal with you two, anyway? I thought you didn't have a mate. Is this why you're such a sad sack? she asked. Her tone was plain and curious, not scathing in any way. She truly was curious why Mahler was the way that he was. The poor guy deserved better. Not Sequoia, of course, because she certainly didn't want to be involved in that mess. But somebody better than that angry ball of Wylla.