Silvertip Mountain antipathy

Byll cocked her head at her brothers words. Where would he get that idea? Byll's interest in others was truly nonexistent. Buffalo was the only wolf in her life to receive any attention at all. Others earned brief moments of it, but her attention span was quite limited when it came to living beings. She preferred them dead. "Well, we need sacrifices," she huffs, displeased with his demands; she did not understand his mistrust, did not think of "the birds and the bees". Everything Byll did was for her own gain, and in turn her brothers gain, and then by default Sos.

When Buffalo moved to the waters she turned her head to look around them. F i n d; but her mind again was turned by the feeling of fangs, gentle, but annoying. Byll spun around and snarled, lurching forward to snap at his cheek, the movement lazy and lacking the commitment necessary to truly land upon him unless he thrust himself between her fangs. Her mind was empty, but there was a fierce prodding there.