Blackfeather Woods leavin' traces of us down the boulevard

Unfortunately, the child born of the Night had not been alone at birth. The beings spawned with her held a place in her abandoned heart, of course, but she couldn't say she remembered them well. Not to mention the older litter her father had spawned long before they had even been conceived. Still, none had stayed around. The child of Night had been the only one to remain within the ranks of the pack she was born in.

I did. She answered grimly. Why do you ask? She followed up her answer with her question. Perhaps something was bothering the other. Surely it wasn't pity from seeing Nyx alone all the time. As far as she knew, no one had ever pitied her. She was stronger than she appeared.