Nilou

It looks like Nilou is telling the pups what to do and how to do it. Again.
Nilou pushes something in your direction, ordering you to take it. The gift and their attitude are so contradictory that you're not quite sure what to make of it.

Nilou had known that something like this would happen the moment the chaos broke out in the river glade. She hadn't wanted to be a part of all of that nonsense, and she knew that there would just be a lot of cleaning up for everyone when it ended, regardless of whether they had kept their heads down or actively supported it. Of course, she had been promoted to lead hunter under Sorcor, and so she had to spend a lot of good time convincing them that she had only wanted to keep the young wolves that remained in the glade fed while the young would-be-king pranced around like an idiot.
    She had shored up the hunting groups while their moonlit friends from the East had stolen anything they could get their paws on rather than hunt themselves. She had formed a little group with the wolves who simply wanted to remain in their home, and they had kept themselves alive and out of trouble. What was wrong with that? The rightful alphas had no arguments after that, and allowed her to keep her role. In fact, they were impressed.
    At the time she had been proud. Now she was just exhausted. Being the lead hunter for a whole pack of adult wolves was much harder than being the lead hunter of a ragtag group of young survivors. Not to mention, she was also hunting and organizing for several other packs while their lead hunter hopefuls learned from her. She had sent several pups of her own to other packs to bolster them and reinstate the foundling tradition in the forest, and she had become a veritable full-time caretaker and moral-support for young Wytt, who had spent much of her life now without her actual mother, and who came to Nilou about legitimately everything.
    

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