Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Wylla was on total autopilot by the time Stag came across her. A bear could've waltzed up and taken a chunk out of her butt before she realized it was there, so Stag snuck right up on her. It wasn't intentional, but his shy hi snapped her thoughts like the crack of a whip and she spun around, blurting god damnit! right in his face.

Realization on who he was dawned immediately after that. Wylla snatched her dark ears back and drew up with a mixture of alarm and affront creasing her features. Jeez, she wheezed out. You scared the shit outta me. Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on your friends? Now that he wasn't crumpled up at the base of a log she was able to appraise Stag more completely, and... yep, still freakish looking with his long-ass legs and skinny little teen body. A shoe-in for a varsity basketball team if only they weren't wolves.

Also, they weren't really friends. She was kind of teasing him. Giving him a once over now that her heart rate was starting to slow, she had the sense to ask him, how's your noggin?