Silverlight Terrace and it burns with a guilty smoke

There had been a time that Nyx and her siblings would part ways on a daily basis to explore and regroup only to hunt or continue on their travels, so it was no surprise when she roused to find Dirge missing. Since reuniting, their time together had been little; understandably, considering how unpleasant she'd become. Most often, she chose to remain in the place he left her to either rest or sink further into the deep, dark depression she'd found herself lost within.

Darkness fell, and her brother had been gone so long that she began to fret that he'd gotten so tired of her pitiful state that he'd moved on. Part of her had hoped he would, sometimes, while her heart yearned to open up for him. Nyx would never admit it, but she needed someone - and that someone would always be family.

Anxiously, she abandoned her post and pursued his trail in the direction he'd gone earlier in the day. Nyx' raven-tipped lobes twitched toward every sound, followed swiftly by the flick of her gaze, hoping to catch sight of her litter-mate's return. When at last she happened across him, the golden she-wolf felt the tension of her shoulders slacken and she chuffed a soft greeting as she moved in alongside him. "Lose your way?" Nyx asked a little sheepishly, feeling foolish for allowing herself to believe that he'd abandoned her.