Bonesplinter Ravine The Art Of Breaking

The sadness on Simmik's face may have been missed, but the sadness in the air was not. 
"I am sorry...about hitting your muzzle with the rabbit. I wasn't meaning to drop it on you, just somewhere close enough that you could reach it when you wanted it." Nyra offered, more or less...awkwardly. She had never been fantastic at apologies. 

"I know it probably makes no difference now, but...you're not the only wolf who's seen Kynareth with a good heart." She sighed, adjusting her paws a bit, thinking of herself, of Leigh, of Hemlocke...
"I suppose that's part of why none of us have left him. He may be evil, but...if nothing else, he is loyal to his numbers." The Harbringer exhaled, looking up at the sky for a moment.