Otter Creek Yeah, I'm afraid

[table width=80%][tr][td]She had not expected to see her father, out of all wolves, out on a journey to find her. Whether it was coincidence or free will, the white man had found the disowned daughter and had invited her to come along on a trip. Nyx, although not one to leave her home very often, was somewhat thrilled to explore the Teekon with her ol' man and gladly too the offer (although it didn't seem that way because Nyc didn't show enthusiasm very often). So, over the borders they went on a quite nice evening.

She followed him, recognizing the river from when she had ripped another girl's tongue out. She wasn't going to admit that to her father, but it still brought a moment of power and self-respect to the young crescent moon. They followed the river farther than she had ever gone and just when the river seemed to go upwards did they stop. Perhaps father was tired, or perhaps he thought she was tired. Nyx joined his side at the bank for a quick sip and nodded at his warning. Nakummek. She said tonelessly and resumed waiting until he was done.

Naumani - Miraak only ever took me away from home. That was to the great lake nearby - we shared some thoughts and he taught me certain things. A faint smile crept its way onto her maw recalling the moments spent with the old man.[/tr][/td][/table]