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She had been through this enough times now to know even this early that there was change in her, but Wylla kept it to herself. She watched spates of bad moods overcome her mate since the attack, from self-loathing to passionate rage. The news would bring him some measure of peace, but she knew it would draw scorn from the others. Ordinarily she did not care one whit what they thought, but for Mahler's sake, Wylla wished to avoid conflict.

She spent large amounts of time at the borders, patrolling and watching for the return of Ursus, but today she was lingering near when he summoned them all. She arrived promptly and schooled the urge to press supportively against him. She knew some of how his mind worked now and thought it would make him feel weak in front of his remaining followers, or it would look as if she overstepped.

It was a lot of work, taking outside opinions into account. Wylla seated herself, wincing slightly at the way her scabs pulled and itched, but they were nothing compared to her mate's hurts. Or Laurel's, she supposed, though she cared much less about that.