Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

Her curiosity peaked at the boy's announcement that they had, in fact, already sourced his mystery sire. Nyx lifted her brows then, sour expression morphing into one of utmost interest. Arrille turned to her then, newfound confidence in his budding frustration as he spat words of distaste in regard to the wolf who'd, apparently, disowned him entirely.

Nyx didn't know the finer details as to why Arrille had ended up alone, though she did wonder where his mother had wound up. Perhaps she had turned tail on him too, which would indeed have been an unfortunate thing to happen for him. He was still very young, maybe just shy of a year old, and the golden Ostrega recalled thinking she knew it all at that point in her own life - but in reality, she was just beginning to learn.

The snarl surprised her, and she drew back to eye him thoughtfully. "He's obviously not worth it," she rolled a shoulder, choosing to take her young pack-mate's side in the matter; "Grimnismal are your family now, though."