Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

He moved to avoid the sharpness of her stare, but Nyx was quick and remained all up in his face. He was a giant in comparison, even when she straightened her form, though it was easy to be intimidated by her fierce glower. As such, Arrille gave in relatively fast and blurted that it was not (despite taking blame just prior) that he was not the one at fault. 

The agouti wolfess gave a backward cant of an ear at the boy's confusion, though listened as he rambled about his wayward father. Her expression softened for a few moments as she pieced the snippets of information together to conclude that, before Grimnismal, the pale youth once called the cliffs his home. Drageda had been his home, and he abandoned them to chase the ghosts of his past.

She understood why this would be an insult to Drageda, but came to feel pity for her young pack-mate. Family was important, and there wasn't a single day that passed that Nyx didn't think of her own; if the opportunity to reunite with Dirge arose, she'd reach for it without hesitation. "So, what now?" Nyx asked, tail lashing at her hocks. "Does Caiaphas know where he is?" She frowned again, certain that the coywolf was not to be trusted.