The lady of the woods made her way through their potential claim, noting there was little to memorize other than seemingly the same tree over and over again. Surely there was more hiding, but she had yet to find out. For now she was content with what they already had; enough members, a secluded place to settle and the drive to move forward. Every day that passed brought them closer to the glory of victory.

Mismatched eyes searched the mist, wondering who would cross her path today, if anyone at all. Tulugak was off catching his meal again and had left her alone for a while.

The crunching of the snow was already enough of a sign that someone was nearing and the chuff that came next solidified it. Nyx was quick to turn in the direction it came from when the scarred and small form of Alarian came into view. They hadn't spend much time together, before or after they all came together at the Weald, but she knew him and Midar to be close. He wasn't a Melonii, but neither was she, and she liked having a different kind of wolf among their ranks - if only so she wouldn't be the odd one out together with Aries.

Good morning. She greeted in a calm voice before looking around. Are you planning on working alone today? She asked when no one else came through the mist. Perhaps he could help her redefine the borders.

Though not of Melonii blood herself, she was the wife of one and therefore part of their group. She had wanted to propose a ceremony that welcomed her into the bloodline like a marriage would for a long time, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. She was unsure of how Damien would react to such a thing, even though he was obviously fond of her.

She smiled at the other then, dipping her muzzle in graduate. Then the borders could use us. She said as she turned in the direction of the nearby border, padding her way there. Arriving there she didn't waste much time to linger about and went to work almost immediately, rubbing along trees as well as leaving a trail of urine. Have you settled in well with the others? She asked the man curiously.

Nyx didn't hold it against him when he said he hadn't met many of the others. He wasn't "one of them" which probably made the situation a bit awkward. She hoped his friendship with Midar, or whatever the two had, was important enough to him to stay with them all. She made a face of slight concern shortly after though. I am not a Melonii. She said with a somewhat sad expression. But the ones I have met do have some features in common. Sophisticated, dutiful, handsome in most cases... She smiled then. And I am sure Damien would not mind telling you about the gods they worship. She remembered the stories he told to her when she was little. Strange to think that that same man was now her husband.

An understatement indeed. What had this become? A fangirl/boy session about their favorite wolves?  Yes, apparently. I only know of one or two. She answered, slightly embarassed that she actually knew so little about Damien's religion. Had it become hers? Did he expect her to believe? She hoped not. She liked to have an open mind. The one after which I was named. The Goddess of the night called Nyx or Nocturnal. She informed while still marking the borders when not speaking. It is all very... spiritual. Yes, that was a nice way to put it.

They intrigue me. She answered truthfully. She was raised among religious men and women and it wasn't fair to say she didn't believe at all. It was just that she would rather believe the things around her, not the things controlling her. It was then that the conversation continued, openly fangirl/boy-ing as they finished up their patrol and went their separate ways.

Nyx herself returned to Damien, speaking kind words of the man she had spent the morning with.