It was as though she could feel the very pressure of her own stare as she bore it down on her brother, as though by some telekinesis she was able to push him down and make him smaller and though he had not backed away from her his body quivered like a leaf in the wind ready to fall from its branch. As her eyes had turned to Skoll, so had Niles' own and she heard him plead a no, a wait. She didn't care. She did not want to hear nor see anything from him ever again.

Now the tall, black wolf with the greying muzzle like her mother which they spoke of, moved himself to position in between Niles and Ravenna. He snapped to Niles and told him to shut up and get moving. It was obvious Skoll cared for Niles and did not want any bloodshed but it was also apparent he was none too pleased with the younger brother either. After all, the story, the real story of what happened to their parents probably had not been heard by Skoll until now either.

What the silver woman had not at all been expecting was that when Skoll turned around back to her, he lowered his tail and offered a gentle wave and lowering of his head respectfully, apologetically. His words as first were formal, speaking to her more as a leader to a great pack then his little sister. Her chest swelled with a deep breath and for a moment longer she was silent as he went on. What came next were the words of the brother she remembered, sly, cunning and with a touch of obvious darkness. He insured that should Niles ever return that he would take care of them personally or that could feel free to deal with him themselves. Ravenna, not only uncertain of what to say or if there was really anything else to say, nodded sharply in agreement.

Ravenna was content with standing there silently, having said all she needed. She would watch them retreat back to the west as Sven slipped to her side and pressed to her. She would lean into him and would turn to leave only when her two brothers were but dark specs in the distance.