Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

Wylla didn't much care for what Kynareth or Nyra wanted. If they truly were looking to cause no trouble, they would have observed appropriate etiquette on another pack's borders, but the grotesquely sized hounds seemed to think they were above such things. Thankfully, they left with little more than sneers.

She shook the tension out of her muscles when the pair were far enough away to be of no further consequence. It was a rare approving eye that she turned upon Astraeus. Maybe she thought too harshly of him. It was brief, however, punctuated neatly by Mahler's unspoken invitation, which Wylla took with a grim silence, falling into step just behind him to strengthen the patrol.