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As the duo slumped to the ground, she slackened her grip on Lycaon's shoulders and flopped to her side, shifting her forelimbs to plant her sandy paws directly on his back - as though to keep him a comfortable distance enough away that he could not seek revenge for her toppling. Her tail swayed contently at her rear, and she grinned toothily at her pale play-mate as he arched his head to gaze in her direction. She moved when he rolled belly-up to face the sky, though she did not mimic his pose. Nyx instead pulled herself up onto her elbows and scooted so that her shoulder meshed with his. It was an offering of support - providing herself as a pillar to lean on as an unspoken apology for dragging her superior down with her.

Her growl was soft as she reached her snout to press her nose against the Beta's neck, where she tentatively set about preening tufts of dampened silvery fur in a friendly grooming session to rid him of unwelcome grit. Nyx couldn't help but admire the raw strength of muscle beneath the density of his proud mane and, caught up in her primping of her companion's pelt, she did not register his mocking of Ingram until a moment later when she pulled back with a curious "hm."

The she-wolf blinked, somewhat dumbly, and pointed her muzzle toward the sky to catch sight of whatever claimed Lycaon's interest. She smirked at the sight of this shapeless cloud, then peered down into the face of her comrade with a wry smile. "You're absolutely right," she agreed with ease, always happy to poke fun at her pack-mates when the opportunity arose. "The resemblance is uncanny!"