Ankyra Sound you're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you

While Nyx had been lingering in Ankyra Sound for weeks, acclimatising to her newfound role within its fresh hierarchy was going to take some time. Accepted among the ranks before she even knew they existed, the former loner figured she might as well use the opportunity to band together with others there than risk further travelling.

For a while, she did consider taking her leave. There were no connections to the shore for Nyx, and she wasn't particularly fond of the territory. Mountains and woodland gave her comfort, where the coast felt more... vulnerable? Exposed, maybe. She didn't know, but supposed it didn't matter; come the thawing of snow in the Springtime, Nyx would probably be on her way. Ingram had asked that she stay in the meantime, but with her agreement came no solid promises.

Nyx wandered the beach, not looking for anything in particular, when she spotted an unexpected sight. A pale rear presented skyward, platinum tail flagging with purpose. Immediately, the tawny wolfess recognised the frosty hue and a quick whiff of the air confirmed that it was Lycaon before her in such a compromising position. Mischief in her yellow eyes, Nyx slunk forward.

As she crept closer, a wave of damp sand was unknowingly flung her way and with a duck of her head, she made to protect her gaze. Another pawful came soaring her way followed by several more, smattering her head and dorsal, but she hunched her shoulders and pressed on until she was upon her pallid comrade. Nyx dared to plant upon his hindquarters a sharp nip, preparing herself to tear away out of reach should he turn his teeth on her in response.