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She's vile, Wylla agreed, and that was about the only thing she could say about Caiaphas. More than once, she had considered using the old bat as a terrifying tale to curl the ears of her cubs when they were misbehaving, but she couldn't bring herself to ascribe any sort of power to the Eyjolfur witch. Stealing Lycaon sufficiently demonstrated what debased values Caiaphas held. She didn't need stories to make her sound horrible. She was the epitome of it.

Wylla was more like Caiaphas than she would ever care to admit when it came to seeing the world for the dreary place it really was, but luckily, she was not aware of that.

She said nothing in response to Mahler's assertion that she was strong. She wished she could believe it, but she was too easily swayed by her emotions lately to even pretend at such a thing. She was strong, once. Now? Now she felt pathetic, but there was no sense confiding in him about that. He would deny it while never giving her any tangible reason to believe that he was right, like any other time he tried to reassure her and fell short.

Wylla could feel herself growing tense in her thoughts, and willed herself to let out a slow, calming breath. He asked about her brother, earning a slightly perplexed look. Ah, but that had been years ago. Maybe he'd never really interacted with them.

I have two, she said. Ingram was the one I grew up with. Lycaon was the one Caiaphas stole. Both of them, lost to her now. Ingram dead at the paws of a bear, and Lycaon was god knows where. Probably dead, too. You don't remember them from Grimnismal? Lycaon was the brother Nyx fucked without my permission as leader, she almost added, but let the thought sour on her tongue. She was not in any sort of mood to butt heads with Mahler over that.