Dragoncrest Cliffs No to your letters love

And I've no interest in seeing them claimed by anyone, snarled Wylla in response. She didn't know what Rosalyn meant by "the last time" and she didn't much care. Her brothers had been hurt by wolves who lived on the cliffs. Her former home in Sawtooth had been lost because a potentially hostile pack had set up shop not much closer than these wolves now were to Sagtannet. To preserve the peace, knowing there were probably more wolves where Rosalyn came from while she was presently alone, she could've offered some sort of accord—a no man's land in the ruined territory that stood between them, perhaps—but Wylla would not, could not, ever stake her family's safety on the integrity of strangers.

Based on the mangled look of her, Rosalyn wasn't a trustworthy wolf, anyway. The only wolf Wylla would ever trust to hold the cliffs without a repeat of Drageda was herself. Rosalyn's response was enough for Wylla to know that allowing these wolves to get a foothold here could only spell future trouble for Sagtannet. Hell to the no.

This is your only warning. You're too close to my pack and you are not welcome. It will not be tolerated. Get lost. Find somewhere else to live.