Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

Praimfaya and Calcifer, gone.

Wylla had come to enjoy these glimpses into Rivenwood, the effortless knowledge of wolves to whose names she could place no face. She knew Calcifer and Praimfaya, of course. She remembered little about Star's son, but recalled the yearling Praimfaya's arrogance, mostly. To say it came as any sort of surprise that such a self-involved wolf might leave her children behind would be a lie — and she would have said as much if she wasn't aware of the mirror she would stare into while doing so. She had left her children, too.

So she kept her mouth shut, and was glad she did when Mahler mentioned Ciri. The very name of the girl sent something unpleasant slithering through Wylla's belly, even though Ciri herself had never done anything wrong. It was solely the connection to Nyx, but it presented as unfair loathing regardless. Wylla had hoped she might never have to see any of them again.

But Ciri was here, alive, without mother or sister, who presumably had died on Moonspear. It was difficult for Wylla to clench back the words she had about this. Twice, she almost stopped him to point out that she really did not give a shit. She couldn't care less. If they had all died in the snow, it would have suited her perfectly. But Wylla was wise enough to bite that back, for it mattered to Mahler, and she was trying to be better.

Nonetheless, when he finished, she replied with a slow and drawn out, okaaay. Why are you telling me this? Secret glimpses into Rivenwood were fun, she realized, until they involved things she did not want to know about, and then she didn't really want to hear it.