March 30th; Late morning, well after sunrise; Overcast Clouds; 32° F, 0° C. Moments after this thread.
While Skoll had been glad to remove Niles' from the edges of Willow Ridge, he certainly was not pleased with it. He walked behind Niles as a sort of precaution, ensuring the wayward Lyall wouldn't lose his head completely and stomp right back into Ravenna's jaws. Heading back to their part of the Lore was slow-going and, for a time, Skoll allowed Niles' sluggish gait. Whether or not Niles was actually thinking about what he had done in that thick skull of his, however, was another matter.
A growl bubbled up from his throat and he charged ahead to stop Niles in his tracks. His hackles high and teeth bared, he snapped at the youth, "How could you have been so stupid?!" He stared hard into those familiar grey eyes as if they would offer him an answer, regardless of if Niles averted his eyes or not. "Why did you think that would have changed anything?!"
The information that had been offered not only hurt Ravenna, but it hurt Skoll too, and he thought that wound had already healed. "You CAN'T do that. You hear me?" He waited for the Lyall to react, bracing himself for whatever outcome, submission, violence or otherwise both...
"You're no diplomat, Niles," his voice had let up a little, the syllables soft on his tongue but still heavy on the ears, "and whatever you did was done. It's passed. You can't change it. Understand?"