Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

She tore her curious gaze away from the unusual contraption that bound her pack-mate's neck, lifting her vivid eyes to look upon his face as he spoke. Her ear perked at the mention of Ingram's failed attempt, and wondered briefly why it was so significant that he had not succeeded in the presence of Chusi. Nyx was unaware of the pair's budding relationship, and so brushed it off as Arrille padding out the conversation with a more detailed description of how the scenario had played out.

She wondered how Ingram tried to rid the pale youth of his new burden, if he tried gnawing through the material or yanking it over his ears. The dark coastal wolf was clever, so Nyx femy confident that he would've done his best, and so made no move to assist. While the collar might be an inconvenience and a discomfort, it clearly wasn't hurting him. This thought helped her relax a little.

"Hunting," she responded simply, figuring her ivory comrade changed the subject on purpose, "and failing miserably. An owl stole my rat." She canted her head to eye Arrille with feigned suspicion. "What of you, skulking around in the dark?"