Sleepy Fox Hollow lecker

Spending the day out with her mate should have charmed Wylla, too, but she was too busy stewing on the inside. She didn't care for the reasons each had given. Her last nerve was rubbed raw by the audacity of outsiders in the mountains. It was only a matter of time before one of them stumbled across Emmerich, Anselm, or Isa, and Wylla had not forgotten the way Thade was taken from them.

She had already decided to hunt down and kill the next wolf who set a paw wrong across her borders, but she would much prefer to deter another trespass before the worst had a chance to happen. Thus, she and Mahler went to the borders and began to mark in earnest. It wasn't fun. It wasn't romantic. Necessary, yes, but not fun.

I don't understand, she growled, scraping her paws on the ground between squats. Why are they so fucking noseblind?