Ankyra Sound stop i could've dropped my croissant

Nyx, like Wylla, also did not wish to be responsible for the Drageda wolfess. She merely watched as the masked coywolf slackened her grip on the trespasser, and genuinely hadn't been expecting her to herd her along toward the Grotto - not toward the outskirts as she initially expected. Despite this, she figured it would be a good idea to at least try fitting on, or at least pretend to make the effort. As such, the golden Ostrega prepared to follow.

Curious but uncertain, she turned her yellow eyes toward the mottled yearling to exchange a fleeting glance. The littlest of their trio turned away then, heading off in the opposite direction, while Nyx hesitated. Unsure exactly who was who within this pack, and where she might fit should she choose to stay, she felt completely torn on who to follow. Flicking her tongue over her lips, she looked briefly toward the red captive before choosing to move off, away from all of them.