Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

"No," she said immediately in response to Mahler's question, knowing that she would need to tread carefully, "that's... sort of the problem."

Nyx thought back to how withdrawn her daughter had become, how she'd shrugged it off as adjustment to a new location and new faces. They'd never seen another wolf beyond their parents, not until leadership had called the pack together to announce their intention to relocate. Not ideal on her part, she could accept, but not entirely her fault - it wasn't her responsibility to insist that anyone play a role in her daughters' lives. She'd been content to accept that she was all Ciri and Elke would need when they were little, but now that they were ready to face the world and find their place among it, she wasn't so sure.

Wylla had never been a strong topic of discussion for Nyx and Mahler, so the former did not feel very confident. She would never slaughter the coastal wolfess with words to him as she suspected Wylla might of her, but the frustration Nyx felt was clear: "Ciri told me that when she went looking for you, after you were injured, Wylla was guarding your cave. She-"

Emotion welled in her throat, and the lioness stalled. It was hard for her, knowing her baby had been so affected by the rejection of those who were supposed to be her pack, who were supposed to look out for her. The incident with Phaedra she could disregard as kids being dicks to one another, and that with Wylla seemed so juvenile to speak of now that it'd been aired to Mahler, so she shook her head. "She's still young, but so aware of what's going on now. She said she feels like nobody sees her and... I can't allow this. I won't have Sagtannet pretend that our daughters don't matter."