Snowforest Taiga pathogen

Wylla barely listened to anything said. She glanced at each of the gathered wolves in turn, but her look was distant, like she was somewhere else inside her head. She maintained that none of this had anything to do with Rivenwood, and it was not her realm anyway. Mahler led. She did not, and was only here with him as mate.

It seemed to her that no decisions were made that day, but when Mahler turned to leave, Wylla followed with little more than a parting look and grim set to her lips. As long as they did not bring the prey sickness to Rivenwood, she supposed they would do as they liked, and Mahler was a bleeding heart, so he would let them.