Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Rather, whose protection was Umbra worthy of? Certainly not Sagtannet's.

As she'd promised Mahler, Wylla departed Nova Peak to check on the cliffs. She didn't expect to find anyone there. Mahler would not have returned so significantly injured without doling the same out to his competitor, and what wolf would be so stupid as to return here in that state, after that sort of warning?

So when she saw a dark silhouette cut beneath the rainy moonlight, standing atop the wet cliffs with both the bearing and scent of recent injury, Wylla decided to swing first and ask questions later. This might not even be the wolf Mahler fought with, but Wylla didn't care. They had to establish a strong presence on the cliffs to prevent the same happening again. The chance to exact vengeance for her partner was on a silver platter. She would not miss it by faltering on the chance of innocence.

She moved into a silent charge, emerging from the treeline with jaws unhinged to seize and crush Umbra's hind leg as she lunged from behind.