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Nyx grinned, amused at Mahler's presentation of marks left by another's fangs. It was something she fully expected of the foul-tempered Wylla; "you're lucky you didn't lose your nose!"

She supposed even the most mild-mannered wolfess could turn hostile in the presence of new babes, and her expression faded to one of quiet contemplation as she cast her gaze out over the nearby waters. Nyx herself had felt that fury before, though it had not been lended to a desire to protect cubs - only herself.

Her mouth dried at the memory, and the peppered Ostrega blinked back toward her leader at his question. She rolled a shoulder, awkward. "A little," she answered after a moment of hesitation. The fear that he would see through her ruse was forever at the forefront of her mind, "I guess... well, I know you won't let anyone harm them." 

That was the lie she'd perfected: that someone else had slaughtered her pups. It was one she clung to, though really it translated into something far darker.

You won't let me hurt them.