Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

She shuffled the puzzle pieces in her mind, attempting to fit them together in ways that didn't work. In the end, Wylla's strategy was to snap off the intervening bits and make them fit, and the image she compiled was one that made her feel sick to her stomach. She ought to have seen it from the very beginning. Both Caiaphas and Kierkegaard had made very little effort to integrate with the rest of the pack thus far—the witch was excused because Wylla didn't want her, either, but it made a lot more sense if the warrior was a spy for their enemies, which her brothers all but confirmed when they mentioned a different language.

A deep snarl twisted her features and she spun in the sand, stalking forward a few steps with a lashing tail before swinging back around and claiming, "he has to be with them, right? He knows their language and shit, and sent them to call more fighters. He's got to be a spy for that pack!" Her fur rifled along her back as she glanced between them, seeking validation. She didn't really know what to do about it—it wouldn't do to go throwing accusations at him, that would only get her brothers in trouble—but she had to do something, didn't she?