Noctisardor Bypass Our great glory, and our great tragedy.

She'd rested for days on the Frostfire Ridge, regaining some strength with the consumption of a large rat she'd caught, and was reluctant to leave the comfort she'd found there. No other wolves had passed through during the time Nyx spent there, which she'd been glad for; it gave her the opportunity to let herself relax and figure out her next course of action. With the cold season came the reminder that she was unlikely to survive it alone, however, and she made the decision to venture deeper inland and away from the coast.

Despite her longing to reunite with Dirge and Saor, the golden Ostrega knew that her chances of finding them were slim if she didn't take care of herself first. She reluctantly pushed thoughts of her siblings aside, setting her sights on seeking acceptance into one of the local packs at least until Winter slackened its fierce claim of the Teekon. It would be difficult, she knew, as the established groups might be unwilling to accept a loner on a temporary basis, but she would feign promise of the world if they wished it of her. Where Nyx lacked in honour, she was cunning and convincing - a fox in a wolf's form.

It was midday by the time she crossed into the valley between two peaks, and a flurry of snow causes Nyx to briefly study the sky above her. There is no blue present, for thick grey clouds have banded together with the promise of heavier snowfall, and she frowns deeply as her vivid eyes focus on her intended path. The land is cold but dry and wind has begun to pick up, creating a strong possibility of drifts should the weather continue to worsen.

Quickening her pace, the agouti she-wolf made her way toward the nearest patch of woodland and jogged between the foliage, heading deeper into the forest to wait out the worst of the snowfall.