Swiftcurrent Creek She said she cheated 'cause she tried to get ahead

The creek-side forest had flourished as spring chugged along, chasing the last remnants of winter from the land. The warmth of each morning was a welcome respite for Wylla, who had felt nothing but the chill of being alone last year. Her winter on the coast had been anything but kind, so to stroll under heavy foliage with a warm breeze in her fur was a quiet joy.

It was short-lived, though, as she thought of the wolves she was seeking out. She had no doubt what the outcome of this would be, even though she'd done nothing wrong. @Durnehviir and Constantine both seemed unwilling to trust her or give her more than a cursory second chance laced with distaste—it was more lonesome and less rewarding than staying in Grimnismal would have been. Wylla knew she wouldn't mourn much if what she expected came to pass, but she still wasn't looking forward to it. She never really sought strife, but it always found her. She didn't know about Ingram—that might have changed her thinking—so really, what was there to lose in being honest?

It wasn't like there was anything she could do about it now.