Deepwood Weald Cutting soap for my dog while he wears a turtleneck

@Alarian - maybe some bonding and discussing babies? While walking borders or something?

It was late in the evening and it had finally stopped snowing. Her speckles almost didn't seem unique anymore now that every dark colored wolf looked like her for a bit. Or perhaps she was too unique... Not a Melonii, no blue tint to her coat, no amazingly beautiful indigo or purple eyes... She was just Nyx now. Nyx and the Meloniis (plus Aries and Alarian). While that did sound like a great band name, she wasn't too happy with not being pure like the rest of them. Would they even accept her being the woman to birth their family's next generation?

Tulugak had settled again, this time sticking close to Damien for a change but the bird was way too high up in the trees to converse or interact with all that much. He almost only came down for dinner time or for when Nyx was alone. Speaking of being alone... She wandered through the Weald, eyes searching for an event to fill her evening before she could return to her lover.