Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

He continued to listen, captured by the talk that he could have let go why they had come out there had it not been so grim. It was brief before he returned to a study of their surroundings, only to catch the ear of Hydra's ear in a glimpse. What did he think?

His gaze drifted skyward for a moment.

"So you were turned away and you just approach the next band you find? That's brazen," and he thought it a waste of their time. He didn't think her being turned away was unreasonable by any means; a pack would care for itself long before late dispersals at their door. The current conditions only compounded that—it may as well have felt like the height of winter in all but temperature.

As he brought his gaze around to Nyra, he wondered aloud: "Other than poor judgment on your part, why us? We've other pressing matters to attend to—you coming up on us in this place of death is a bit more than poor taste." He wondered what set her apart that was reason to overlook the obvious faux pas, and what would outrule an otherwise nefarious involvement. Was she a sacrifical pawn, or worse?