Blackfeather Woods I hear your voice on the wind
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The woman stalked through the dark woods, only illuminated by the occasional moonbeam that danced upon the leafs. In the distance a raven called out, but it wasn't calling her. Something else did, and she had yet to discover what purpose this night brought. Perhaps there lurked danger in the shadows, but she doubted that she would not yet be aware of it, if that was the case. She sighed softly. She had everything her heart desired and yet she still sought purpose in the dead of night, as if following some prophecy that she had written herself.

In a particularly quiet part of the woods did she pause, both a torn ear and an intact one swiveling about on her star-kissed head. Maybe the purpose would find her instead.
Nyx carries with her a raven named Tulugak - feel free to reference him (Bio for more info)
Atâtak Atsanik
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Rather than a purpose, it was her father that found her there within the woods, his steps measured and head maintaining a raised position; he was getting used to leading again, though he would always view himself strictly as the  Guardian of the Woods. But today he was not guarding anything—not yet, at least—he was merely moving through his land without a purpose in mind. This he enjoyed doing when there was little else to do, intrigued, still, by the forest as a whole. In spite of this interest, however, he did not approach with any mystical information or words of a deity—daedric or otherwise—just a simple “Hello.”
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His white coat, a trait she was glad she hadn't inherited (not even because it stood out among their woods, more because she quite liked her resemblance to the night sky), had alerted her of his position just moments before he spoke to greet her. Though she did not hate her father, far from it actually, she couldn't say they had a strong bond after almost 2 years. Miraak had felt more like a father, but he was gone. So were many.

Greetings. She said in return, not wanting to act hostile against him even though she saw him as an obstacle in regards to their plans. Sure, Damien didn't, and he was a fine leader for a peaceful pack, but Nyx found he stood in the way of all they wished to accomplish. These thoughts were left unspoken.

I did not think you would be up this late. She admitted softly. What motive has led you to seek me out?
Nyx carries with her a raven named Tulugak - feel free to reference him (Bio for more info)
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A little ghost followed the leader of the dark woods that night. He had possibly already noticed her, or maybe he was just lost in thought, as the pale child, a beacon in the dark, traipsed through the dark woods at a small distance. As he found the star-dusted wolf, the pale child's ears shot forward and she made her way towards the pair of wolves. They exchanged many words, the growing child was quick to assess, but words often just bored her. Unless they were funny words or words she had not yet learned. The child spoke few words -- few intelligible words, anyway -- but she did learn their meaning by watching others use them or interact with one another.

Without much of a sound the pale child came to a halt beside the dark woods' leader and she looked expectantly between the adults as she studied their conversation, which was interesting enough for her.. for now.
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Truthfully, Kove had not sought out his daughter intentionally that evening. It was in his wanderings that he’d simply stumbled upon her and, with a good deal of time having passed since their previous interaction, he’d thought it important to at least greet her; he found it difficult to connect fully with the children born from Nemesis’ womb, even after all this time. He cared for his daughter and viewed her as such, yet the sturdy connection that came with that simply wasn’t there—not like how it was with the daughters of his first litter, even without them feeling the same. But these thoughts were ones he often tried not to linger too often on, easily redirecting his mind to make for a better exchange.

“It is by chance that I’ve come to you tonight,” he admitted. “But since you’re here, how have you been?” He was curious, and genuinely so, even if the shift of his attention to the child might suggest otherwise as she settled beside him. He’d heard her following him, the softness of her steps as they swept across the forest floor a sound that he’d always enjoyed hearing, knowing well it meant there were children alive and present. Yet, he had not turned to address her in any way, allowing her to follow as if unnoticed until she came to a stop beside him. It was only then that he stole a look in her direction, smiling as he greeted her: “Salutitsinik.”
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The ghost, with the same pelt of sunlit snow, seemed to have followed her father. She was glad the girl was fairing well after nearly meeting her doom the faithful day Nyx had been in the right place at the right time to safe them from the large cat. The wounds from it had healed with the help of a particular female who's name was lost to the wind. Not that it mattered much. The nocturnal creature had appreciated her help but nothing more.

I have been well. She answered truthfully. Especially with Damien back by my side. A rebellious move from such a reclusive woman, but she found her father deserved to know of the couple's undying love for each other. They were connected in a way Nyx could not describe and to have such a meaningful connection was new to her, but she couldn't be happier.

She shot the pale child a pearly smile, recognizing the inuttut word her father spoke from her mediocre but still present vocabulary of the language.
Nyx carries with her a raven named Tulugak - feel free to reference him (Bio for more info)
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Their conversation continued briefly before attention was suddenly shifted to the pale child. She glanced behind her as if expecting someone else to be there but then turned back to look at both adults with a toothy broad grin. "Haya!" she greeted, knowing this was a word that wolves would use to say to one another. Wolves other than the dark one and the caretaker, anyway. The word held little true meaning, as it was just an empty greeting to fill the space, much like a nod or a playful nipping.