Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

There was a rage building in Wylla's core, fueled by Raptor's insistent presence in her haunting grounds; by Caiaphas' cutting words; by the roar of metal birds swinging over the coastline, harmless thus far but smelling of danger; by the cold season, and the effects it had on wolf-kind. It would come to a head soon, she was sure of that, but she didn't know where to direct it when it did. The sea witch and Raptor were the two obvious choices, but one was beloved by Lycaon, and the other she hoped to never see again. Maybe one of the newcomers, then.

She was combing the forlorn strand when her name came frantic on the wind. She turned quickly, ears pitched forward, and then drew back on herself when her brothers rushed into sight, and they were bloodied. "What the fuck happened?" she asked, pressing forward into their personal space to sniff and worry over their injuries. The rage in her belly bubbled, and she immediately wondered if Raptor and his two cronies were responsible for this.

She was already determined to spill his blood, fantasized about ripping his still-beating heart from his chest, but this... she never expected retaliation, especially when he was at fault for everything. "I'll kill them," she snarled, but no one would know who she was actually referring to; she'd already assumed the culprit.