Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

Another one with Arrille, perhaps?

Grimnismal had become a home to Nyx, though she was still wary of the potential threat that loomed over them. With knowledge of a more recent altercation including their neighbours, the golden Ostrega had kept mostly to herself in the weeks following as she considered her own involvement. Keen to be useful but clinging to her claim that she didn't want to die for these wolves, she'd remained deep within their woods and stocked caches to the best of her ability - free from any conflict on the outskirts.

Nyx didn't source many prey animals that evening, and she abandoned the search when an owl dropped from the canopy to claim the rodent she'd been pursuing for over an hour. Turning, she began to retrace her steps through the trees in the direction of her den and growled lowly in frustration to herself as she hoped for better luck later in the night.