Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

Hydra posed some questions of her own and Galaxy hummed under her breath as Wylla answered, noting that she didn't specify how long she'd been without a pack's support. By the look of her, it had been a while since she'd known any sort of creature comfort, an observation which made the pale youth's face crease with concern. Surely there was room for Wylla in Moonspear? She shot the Beta female an inquisitive look, not really sure how this sort of thing worked.

But then the rawboned yearling's query distracted her. Galaxy's attention snapped back to Wylla. "Oh, it's lovely! What would you like to know?"