Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

His answers did not help her. As such they made her a bit more frustrated. Not at him, no. Just simply that she didn't understand. Perhaps it was because she didn't understand many wolves in general. She had been quite sheltered. Living with just her small familial unit, the occasional passerby that needed a warm place to sleep or food or healing.

She wondered briefly if he and whomoever his mate was, this nightwife that he spoke so reverantly of. If they were ever lonely. She would be lonely, even now truth be told part of something, she was lonely, because she hadn't formed the proper bonds yet.

A word caught her attention that he had spoken of much. Even the first time they had met. If memory served, which it may not. She could be making inference's.

She wrinkled her dainty nose, the long thin scratch on it clear and white. What is a daedric Prince? I have heard you mention this many times.