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Just as he crossed her mind, Lycaon arrived on the scene. He announced his presence with a soft wuff, but the golden Ostrega did not at once look upon him. She continued to lap at the chill waters, relishing the cool soothe of her burning throat, and regarded the pale Beta with a backward cant of a velvet ear. Not surprisingly, he moved in alongside her to quench his own thirst, and Nyx lifted her head to finally turn her vivid eyes on him.

Salmon tongue flicked from between her lips to catch the crystal droplets that clung to her chin, then she huffed a breath through her nostrils in response to her pack-mate's question - thank you, doctor obvious. "I feel like death warmed up," she exaggerated, attempting a wry smirk that vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Her gaze sought the ashen leader's own for a moment of seriousness, through which she could silently communicate that she wasn't prepared to deliver a booty call before even allowing him the opportunity to request her attention.