Tyr had to work very hard not to roll his eyes. But partway through her speech, which he initially took as sanctimonious, he actually began to listen. He knew the Nikr as well as anyone, he supposed, and while it was possible in some situations, this was one he felt certain was not the case.
Then again...
Nope. This was a matter of nature, not nurture. Such creatures were never just of this world, or another. They were made up of stuff that was, well, just different. He knew of no other way to look at it. But he knew one thing; there was no reasoning with the creature.
Or with the wild wolves...
He looked over at Philotes, a puzzled look on his face. He was avoiding the question of the violin, as the answer would only give her another loophole to work with.
"What are you? Animal protectress? Champion for the misunderstood? What is your aspect, Philotes?" His tone held nothing but interested curiosity.