Ankyra Sound redemption is a thing with wings

Ingram's presence at her side was welcome; she turned her thin muzzle to watch his approach and smiled warmly. Her brother was perhaps the only individual she was truly warm toward. Even Lycaon hadn't earned that honour yet, though he certainly had a leg up on any other contenders. She swung her eyes back around to the newcomer and felt a new wave of something slithering and unpleasant worm through her gut as she finally took proper note of those stark red marks.

"That depends," she said plainly, flicking her ears back toward her sibling for support. She didn't really know how to do this any more than Ocelot did, but the slimy sensation in her gut guided her to be less-than-accommodating. That was the true mark of Wylla's person: prone to becoming bullheaded and uncompromising for seemingly no reason at all. As of yet, Ocelot had done nothing to warrant it and even Ingram might be baffled by her mercurial tone, but there was marked unfounded suspicion in Wylla's voice when she asked, "Who's asking and why?"