Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

Mahler was not impressed with her comment regarding Wylla's stubborn nature, it seemed, and she didn't much care for that. For all her faults as a younger wolf in Grimnismal, the weight of her untold crimes, Nyx had long been certain that the she was deserving of others' scorn toward her. Her children, however, were not. She would not stand idly by while they suffered purely because they'd come from her womb.

The gargoyle asked what it was that she'd decided, and although the answer hung on the tip of her tongue, she was tentative in sharing it. To do so would make it feel so real, so final. 

"I will go with them to Moonspear," she answered after a long pause, lifted her raven-tipped crown to seek Mahler's stony features with a watery yellow glance, "and should they choose to return to Sagtannet, I... I think it would be best for all of us that I do not."