Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

The pair attempted to assure Rivenwood that they had no ill intentions, but their flagrant disrespect conveyed otherwise. Not wolves at all, but dogs, thought Wylla. Any wolf worth their salt would know better than to behave in such a fashion on another's stoop. Even she knew better, and she could be willfully disrespectful of authority at the best of times. Considering the queerly twisted tail and striped coat of the one, she wasn't so far off the mark to think of them as the lesser beasts.

Wylla was thankful Mahler picked up on it, too. When he snarled his command, she stepped forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him, a united bulwark against this pair of no-gooders. He was leader here, and she sought to support him. She hoped Astraeus might take up the other side. Kynareth and Nyra were imposing, but two against three were still poor odds.

Baring her teeth, the one-eyed she-wolf joined her snarl to Mahler's.