Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

She watched quietly as Arrille twisted and hoisted a rear limb off the ground to reach toward the object adorning his neck, and set about clawing at it. Nyx was glad, in that moment, looking at him awkwardly scratch at the skin beneath his new accessory, that it had not been her to gain his misfortune. She wondered inwardly if the irritation was there permanantly, or if it would be a matter of growing accustomed to it until they figured out how to remove it.

Snapping from her thoughts, the golden Ostrega blinked up to seek her pack-mate's frosty blue eyes and nodded. "Yeah," she scoffed, "right in front of me, too! The asshole just dropped out of the trees, grabbed it and was gone." She furrowed her brow, recalling the obscenities she'd yelled after the damn bird. As for the pale yearling's very vague response, Nyx strode right past him and bumped her shoulder suggestively to his. "Come on," she beckoned, "we can wander together."