Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

he had been correct in the glissade of awareness, then. the wilting of her ears, the way nyx held wylla's name hushed on her tongue as if it were a lump of iron. 
an answering swell in his throat, one that tapped at the fact he knew this and had always known it. mahler was unsure if it was hatred that provoked the little she-wolf, but it was a permafrost that affected even her mention of elke and ciri.
it had been unfair of him to allow it on. but worried? "has she said something?" he asked quietly, slowly, considering what he might do if it came to pass that wylla had given a threat.