Noctisardor Bypass If I send this void away

She had no inkling of the dislike festering in Laurel. She wouldn’t have known what to do with it if she did. Wylla felt grateful, although the sustained smile was becoming a little unnerving. Yeah, I didn’t.

Now, Wylla had little experience with other wolves in positive situations. What friends she had she’d made because they looked past her offensive attitude. The first time she met Stag, she made fun of his long legs. The first time she met Mahler, she suggested he was a lecher. She certainly wasn’t well-versed in making friends the conventional way, but she didn’t think acquaintances that would be friends just smiled at one another like that. It was a little creepy.

Well, I’ll let you get on with your walk, she said, as eager to escape the small talk trap as Laurel was. I wouldn’t suggest going that way, she added with a gesture behind her. Snow’s falling from the trees. wouldn't want you to get buried. She shot the pup a smile then. Maybe Indra would enjoy it, but Wylla didn't.