Ankyra Sound from the darkest stars that force you

She'd royally fuked up, and he loathed her life on the coast. Unable to hide her pregnancy any longer, Nyx had taken to avoiding her few remaining pack-mates and lingering among the sound's sequoias. Although eternally miserable, the agouti Ostrega preferred to keep herself to herself.

At times, she considered venturing beyond Grimnismal's land and never looking back. Her thoughts would often turn to Dirge and Saor, of her family back in Winterheart, and she'd consider going home to them. Her mother would happily rear whatever pups she whelped but Nyx doubted that Lycaon, the father of her unborn brood, would ever entertain the idea.

For the first time in weeks, she sought her pale-furred companion with the intention of seeking his opinion on the matter. Caiaphas' grotto was a local haunt of Lycaon, she knew, and figured he might be found in the company of their new Alphess and her own litter. Her approach was achingly slow, her head and tail low to accompany her shame, though her raven-tipped ears pricked forward and her dull gaze was drawn to movement at the cave's entrance. Quietly, Nyx observed the sea witch encourage her brood above ground - presumably for the first time.

She maintained the distance, having never shared a love for pups. Her yellow stare lingered on the tiny figures that followed their dam and the agouti's stomach lurched uncomfortably at the sore reminder of what she herself would need to experience in the coming weeks. With an anxious flick of her salmon tongue over a rugged lip, her gaze remained locked to the scene before her as she watch in strained silence.