Wapun Meadow endlessly barbaric

You'll never meet anyone moreso, said Wylla with a pointed squint at her companion, but as quickly as Norsamu mocked her, she dismissed herself. K then, said Wylla's baffled expressions as the bawdy she-wolf made to depart. She wouldn't have been a good fit for Diaspora anyway. Much too impertinent, and Wylla didn't need any competition for the rank she sought.

With a snort, she turned around and headed for home.