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All the more reason for you to take your family and get lost, Wylla retorted. Was Rosalyn really so stubborn that she would put her wolves at the mercy of Sagtannet's wrath by remaining here? Wylla and Mahler had put their family first when they chose to move them away from Sawtooth Spire to avoid conflict, but that was the first and last time she was willing to abandon her home due to others moving in. After Umbra, she wasn't willing to wait and see how friendly these neighbours were. She wasn't noseblind, either. Rosalyn's group couldn't be much larger than Sagtannet yet—if it was larger at all. Why give them time to grow? Or are you content to let them suffer? They will never be safe here. She would see to it personally.

If she caught one of them in the Tangle, she would not hesitate to hunt and harass them. In fact, she was already making plans to harry their borders day in and day out until they got the point. She didn't take Rosalyn's death threat very seriously except to take it as evidence that they needed to be snuffed out. She didn't think she had much to worry about otherwise, especially if the pack was comprised of wolves like Grímnismál who cowered behind their evident leader.

I suggest you clear out of here by the week's end, she warned lowly, beginning to step backward toward where the border was. She wasn't stupid enough to turn her back on the two wolves—the second was obviously craven, but she wouldn't put it past Rosalyn to launch an attack while her back was turned. Already, she was drawing parallels between this one and the last old bitch she'd had the displeasure of dealing with: Caiaphas.

Time to rally Sagtannet for the first time. She doubted any of her packmates would disagree with being rid of this obvious threat.