Sawtooth Spire sometimes it's all confusing in a world so loud

From Mereo. Good enough. Wylla let her fur fall the rest of the way flat and relaxed as much as was possible for her, which wasn’t much. There was no telling if every Mereo wolf was a good one. Yup, which was true on both counts as far as she knew. They used to live in your canyon.

Then there was another wolf, and Wylla’s guard went up once more. Too many wolves frequenting the spire for her taste. She didn’t like the thought that they could look down into Sleepy Fox Hollow and see that there were pups there. It was a ludicrous thought — they couldn’t see much detail aside from the glint of the river from this height — but she was paranoid at the best of times.

The growl built in her throat again as her gaze bounced uneasily between the pair of wolves. One wolf, she could handle. One wolf, she could converse with. Two wolves was a real threat, no matter where they came from, and they were blocking her immediate escape. Another wolf might have relied on the tentative alliance between existing Mereo and forming Paleo, but not Wylla.

Her gaze was sharp on the pair, especially on the newcomer standing like she had any sort of authority here, and everything about her screamed fuck off.