Frostfire Ridge The things we love destroy us every time.

When the other wolfess rolled a shoulder and turned away, Nyx was relieved. She was too exhausted from her travels to tolerate small talk, so simply followed her newest acquaintance with bright yellow eyes as she muttered a quiet thanks and promptly moved away in the opposite direction she herself had initially been heading.

She did not watch until the other loner was out of sight, instead turning her focus almost immediately to finding a decent shelter where she could curl up and find sleep. Her hunt for Dirge and Saor would not be an easy one, and she wished to be fit for it.