Ravensblood Forest Falling too fast to prepare for this.

Sap seeped crimson from these unforgiving trees, their canopy so dense that what little light broke through in small rays that dappled the forest floor. Nyx breathed deep the evergreen scent, mingled oddly with the distinct aroma of sea salt, and fading scent markers that once belonged to the pack that had once called it home. She happened across a cache which she moved in to sniff at, wondering if she might have gotten lucky enough to find a scrap, but it had long been raided and left bare.

Huffing through her nostrils, she lifted her head to move away carfully. Her belly swayed uncomfortably as she ventured through the trees, a constant and aching reminder of giving in to her foolish desire. Nyx believed that she would never allow the opposite sex near her ever again whenever her unwanted pregnancy came to an end. She wanted to resent Lycaon for his part in it, had actively tried to for a while, but the blame was not entirely his.

She did not feel eyes on her for some time, and her wandering brought her quite some distance into Ravensblood territory before the feeling of being watched made her guard hairs prickle to attention. With a low rumble, the golden Ostrega paused in her tracks to peer over a peppered shoulder with fierce yellow orbs, which settled on the unfamiliar features of a stranger.

Her lips pulled back and her ears fell against the ruffled fur of her nape, yellow eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "Fuck off," the wolfess hissed, tail coiling with annoyance at her hocks.