Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

She sniffed, a weak attempt at holding back the tears that still pricked her gaze, and sought a distraction by following Dirge's bright eyes to look out over the sea's rolling waves. Breathing deep the tang of salt in the air, Nyx took in the sight before her in silence. A heavy sigh left her lungs to accompany the hope that this would be the last time she would see the vast water up close - that she could move on from the trauma there that had infected her once carefree life.

Nyx knew that no matter where her travels took her, she would think of her babies with each passing day. She would live with the consequences of her blind fury that had ended their lives, her shoulders significantly heavier beneath the weight of this immeasurable guilt. She would regret leaving behind the one who lived, loathe Caiaphas as much as appreciate her for making him her own. He would be with her always, the memory of him sure to torment her for the rest of her days.

She thought of @Lycaon, the crumpled heap of him on the cold floor of the grotto, and thrust her ears back. Nyx hated what she did to him most; once vibrant with youth, the slaughter of his pups and having to parent their remaining son had surely forced him to grow up too quickly. He could have loved her, perhaps, if the timing had been right and life hadn't come crashing down around them, but she doubted her wanderer's heart would let her settle.

"A pack called Grimnismal," the agouti Ostrega answered, still looking solemnly out over the sea, "we claimed the strand beneath the cliffs and the surrounding sequoia." A pregnant pause, and she finally turned her sad yellow eyes to seek Dirge's. "I bore a litter there." She blinked, her brow furrowing. "And I killed them."