Ankyra Sound it's easier than waiting around to die

Raleska had been too vague. She frowned, frustrated by her own limitations on eloquence. Her brother seemed similarly vexed, for his expression was pulled into a dark scowl. She thought there was something else there, too, perhaps deep anger -- but she lacked the courage to probe deeper.

"Yeah," She answered resignedly, finding her gaze looking up at the stone shelf well beyond them. It had seemed absurd to her that the wolves of the cliff would care they settled below, when their hunting grounds didn't even expand into Ankyra by virtue of the some several-hundred-foot tall cliff between them. She supposed adults had so little to do with their lives than invent stupid things to squabble over.

She hated them. They had hurt her - they had killed Eurycrates right in front of her -- and while the young girl was hardened far beyond the norm for most kids her age, she was still just a child -- and she could not process the insensate violence without compartmentalizing it into helpless fury.