Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

She decided her tall form would not bring the child much comfort and decided to gently lie down, front paws lined up perfectly in front of her, speckled in stardust. Nyx smiled. Maegi - that is pretty. Did your mother pick it? She asked. Though she somewhat knew that Potema did not like her children, she had yet to be informed of details of the whole situation. Oh, what Nyx wouldn't do for a litter of her own with Dami... She guessed her former spouse was out of the picture now, but her longing for her happy ending would not simply go away.

It was no surprise the child did not recognize her. She was far too young to have memories of the time where the Dark Mistress' reign held supreme. Somewhere, she was glad she was not accountable for the pack anymore, but being stripped of her title also angered her slightly. I am Nyx. She introduced herself, knowing kids cared little about former titles. At least, she hadn't shown much interest in what a person was before when she was little.

She chuckled. May I guess of who? She asked, having met Cass herself and having also noticed how they resembled each other. Of course, Nyx found herself to be the prettiest of the two - the more speckles, the better, right? She was, or so she believed, a reincarnation of The Goddess of Night of whom to her was told about moons and moons ago.