Frostfire Ridge The things we love destroy us every time.

They stared at one another in silence. Time seems to drag, slowed as both wolves simply looked in one another's direction, seemingly waiting for one to act first. Nyx, although eager to rest and feeling the beginnings of frustration for this interruption, remained entirely neutral and steadfast in her place.

Finally, the other female piped up in question, and Nyx allowed her tightened muscles to slacken. Vivid yellow eyes swept over her newest acquaintance, looking for any sign that she might be attempting to lure her into a false sense of security. She seemed innocent enough, however, and the young wolfess shook her head in response to her fellow loner's enquiry. "No," she said plainly. Briefly Nyx wondered if this was an attempt at small talk or if she was genuinely curious, maybe even hoping she could answer further question. "Why do you ask?"