Ankyra Sound A million dreams for the world we're gonna make.

Another for Lycaon if you've got time?

Caiaphas' very obvious pregnancy had been the first thing to spark the "what if" in Nyx' mind, but she had disregarded it as paranoia. She knew how pups were made, of course, but it couldn't have happened to her, right? Her trysts with Lycaon had been nothing but fun, and she managed to convince herself that neither of them intended their encounters to result in offspring. Surely they couldn't happen if they willed it not to?

Then came the vomiting, and the nausea. And the strange yearning for fish, which she'd never really cared for in all the months she'd spent at the coast. Despite puking after consumption of her coveted prey, she was quick to long for the taste once again. Fucking seriously? Nyx thought as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to gag at the bitter flavour of bile on her tongue before she set about scouring the sequoias in search of fresh water.

Something was happening to her and the sudden changes in such a short period of time made her uncomfortable, but she wasn't willing to acknowledge the possibility of a pregnancy. Pausing by a stream to lap at its cold surface she figured she'd discuss it with the ashen Beta when next she saw him, so he could ease her budding anxiety.