Frostfire Ridge The things we love destroy us every time.

Although the wolves of Ormarr had taught her much, Nyx regretted every moment spent their since Quicksilver's dethroning. It was at the time of her former leader's banishent that the she'd attracted the unwanted attention of the new serpent King's son, who foolishly believed that she was simply playing hard to get. She'd never been particularly fond of Brunneus, though her distaste for him heightened considerably when his father claimed his crown; becoming heir seemed to add to his arrogance. Worse of all he could not, it seemed, take "no" for an answer when Nyx politely refused his requests time and time again. The vicious bite wound at the side of her neck was evidence enough of the final outcome.

When her patience thinned enough, Nyx had snapped. She'd bested Brunneus with ease, reduced him to a cowering and bleeding mess at her paws, a winner in every regard to traditionally rank herself above him in the hierarchy and make her point clear that she would never be his mate. The Alpha, however, was unwilling to accept his son's weakness, and his anger was directed at the triumphant wolfess. The pack looked on helplessly as their leader sought to force the golden she-wolf to submission with a bitter tongue, but she disregarded his displays of dominance and turned away. 

Although she'd shown obvious insubordination by not responding to the King's stance, Nyx did not fight back when Raddei's fangs sank deep into her flesh. Instead she snarled and writhed in surprise when he attacked her, tearing herself away from the mad wolf and fleeing at once toward the territory outskirts. It was then that he finally had her attention and she fully intended to heed his warning: Nyx would never return to Ormarr.

Nursing her wound and her battered pride, the loner made an easy decision to make her way toward the land where she'd last seen her brother and sister. Their paths had seperated that Summer which was not unusual for the Ostrega trio, but she'd been unable to find them again. Assuming they'd moved on, Nyx did likewise. She didn't know if Dirge or Saor might've returned to the Teekon, but she opted to return there at least for the cold season with the hope that she might reunite with her wayward siblings.

Night crept over the land as Nyx sought a place to rest and entered the forest on the Eastern ridge, where she found the gentle warmth both soothing and unsettling. She was exhausted, however, and supposed to warmth would be beneficial with Winter's approach, and meandered carefully through the evergreens in search of a quiet hollow to curl up and sleep.