Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

The stream wasn't far. In fact, it was just a bit away from the prison. Besides, Nyx was a trained warrior, one of the fastest in her family, and the wolf she was to keep an eye on was a; what? A tiny, weakened, beaten and poisoned woman? Truly, she had dealt with much worse. I brought a skull with water when you passed out, though I fear I spilled a little. She informed. They weren't the most practical of bowls, after all. These were the moments where Nyx preferred the winter; snow was easier to carry and store. Besides, the frost could make very nice bowls out of frozen hides.

Yes. She answered, already making her way to the entrance and out of the prison. She turned swiftly then, perhaps to scare her a bit more and shake any unwanted thoughts out of her head. You flee, you die. Simple, brutal - discouraging, if anyone would ask the Apaata. Now, come at my side. She asked(?), waiting.