Ankyra Sound redemption is a thing with wings

"Right, right, everyone has a sad fam story, so don't think you're special or anything," she scoffed with a dismissive roll of her shoulders as she turned away from the loner. Lusca's offspring could probably have benefited from a little expectation in their lives, but at least in Wylla's case, the freedom to do whatever she wanted prevailed. Rather, the freedom to not do anything at all, and the freedom to be a complete ass to everyone she met. "You can stay I guess," she cast over her shoulders, "but you better not be lying about your hundred-and-one skills, or you'll be ridiculed right off a cliff."

As she swung past Ingram, she cocked a brow in his direction and asked, "sound good to you?" Grimnismal's expectations were surely lower than those of Ocelot's mother, and Wylla herself had a habit of lying about everything, but that didn't mean the threat wasn't real. Wylla and her siblings weren't even the ones Ocelot had to worry about impressing. They called the shots, but they weren't the hand of judgment upon the strand, not really.

Caiaphas was, and it was Caiaphas who would make the final call when Ocelot eventually met her.