The Consort had taken notice of the creamy girl and had decided to let her stay. It wasn't the first time they had saved a child, but it would be the first time they were going to be forced to give the child back. The Melonii needed fresh blood, allies and a better place to live. Perhaps little Minnow could be of use to them. So, when she heard the call of a stranger she was immediately on her way, leaving her own children in the safety of their den. Meanwhile, her eyes searched the ground for any trace of the little girl, if only so she could place herself protectively over her and establish her dominance.

She reached the border, with or without Minnow, and faced the young man with her cold mismatching eyes. Her speckled tail stood proudly in the air, stiff and fluffed. Who do we have here? She asked, knowing well what was happening. A child had been kidnapped, taken someplace else and the parents wanted it back. Nyx herself found the parents to be undeserving of their children if they had been kidnapped. Her own would never be kidnapped because she was such a GREAT mom. If the child was fine and happy someplace else, perhaps it was for the better. Finders keepers, after all.

She listened carefully, noting he did not answer her question. All she was given was the name of the child, not his nor his packs. The boy was around her age, surely not more than a year apart, but she felt so much older in his presence. In his eyes she did not see a father but a man who had made a mistake, had allowed this all to go down. No one entered their territory uninvited, so now she was curious of the bunch of idiots that came from the same group as him. Surely they would've known it had been a lost cause if they had met before, so these were complete strangers then.

Minnow has received adoration and love - safety and a stomach full of food. What have you to offer her? If someone infiltrated your defenses so effortlessly, it cannot be safer than here. Her voice was one of authority, speaking as if she was the only right one here. Her chest puffed up. How do I know this will not happen again? This time without us to come to her aid? Okay yeah, one of them had stolen Minnow in the first place, but her point still stood; Minnow was safer here and they could use the fresh blood.

She hardly raised a brow at this pathetic display. Whether he liked it or not, she was the boss here and had nothing to do with the kidnapping nor had she ever harmed a child in her life. To be threatened like some kind of villain was the least she had expected from the disrespectful "father", yet her demeanor didn't change. All she did was press forward, stepping in his direct line of sight, her tail now curling over her back. If you are so busy with pups, perhaps you shouldn't have procreated like a bunch of rabbits. She replied. They only had one litter, HER litter, to care for. A new generation didn't have to be twice the size of the original, that would come in time.

No one would ever have the chance to steal my children. She spat, further rubbing in that she was not a fan of their parenting skills. Her nostrils flared and she raised taller than she ever had to raise herself to establish her dominance - her absolute rule over what little they had claimed. You come to my home, disrespect my authority then continue to threaten me and my family while we took care of your brood? She wasn't mad just... really disappointed. Next time, she'd leave stealing children to herself instead of some no-brainer.

I am not the one who stole Minnow, if you are wondering. I never agreed to care for more than what was mine, but I will take responsibility. She was a reasonable creature, but she was going to punish the one who started all this. Will you? She added sternly.

She had expected him to press on, curse the gods out of the sky, perhaps even take her on. What she didn't plan on was a weeping father at her borders. Sometimes Nyx got herself in situations and all she could think was "how the fffff-?" before swiftly moving on. She deflated in a similar manner, though instead of with sadness it was with surprise. She hadn't meant to make the young man cry, but she wasn't about to comfort him either... that seemed weird. Had she gotten through to him?

Alright, alright... She said in a much calmer tone when he was done rambling, then took a long second to think. Surely if Damien could go out and make allies, so could she? Somehow she felt like she should discuss this with him, yet she also didn't want him involved and handle the situation on her own. She couldn't rely on her mate for everything. It wasn't like they were staying here long, perhaps the two packs would lose touch and that would be that. I am Nyx, we're The Melonii. The wolf that kidnapped Minnow in the first place will be punished, I can assure you. And she'd take pleasure in it too, no one made moves like this without getting their permission. They were an organization, not a bunch of hooligans. We plan on leaving the Hollow soon, I am unsure of how you will find us, but maybe I can arrange that we stay a bit longer. Perhaps meet someplace neutral. She proposed, already planning on coming alone with maybe Midar by her side. Damien would babysit for a change, she wasn't a nanny. I will go get your daughter, I hope she has not become attached to mine. A lighthearted comment for such a cold woman, but maybe she had a soft spot for pathetic little things.

She turned then, disappearing into the mist to hopefully reappear not long after with @Minnow either gently dangling with her scruff between the woman's teeth or stumbling along beside her.

Nyx really wasn't as bad as she seemed. She wasn't an evil and relentless tyrant, not to strangers and not to her wolves. Justice would always reign supreme in her mind, and sometimes her beliefs made her do terrible things. She just hoped she wasn't becoming like her mother.

She watched the father reunite with Minnow. Perhaps it was better this way, now someone was in her debt and they had one less mouth to feed. She would've picked her own daughters over the foundling any day, but she was probably the favourite of her real parents now that they had reclaimed her. They'd keep an extra eye out for her. Your superiors will know where to find us because of you, they can howl for me near the river. If we leave before receiving a message, I would like to know where to find you to inform of our relocation. Perhaps she'd take her daughters on a little trip instead of keeping them with the pack like a bunch of prisoners, then Revan and Venamis could spend some quality time with Damien.