Sunbeam Lair You are wired for struggle

Wild yellow eyes widened as the stranger made to inch closer, and she took a hurried step backward before steeling herself. A raven-tipped lobe cupped forward at the assurance that she held no intention of harming her, though her suspicion meant that her gaze remained firmly fixed ahead. Muscles tensed and very much ready to bolt or bite if need be, Nyx simply followed every careful little movement that this unfamiliar wolf made toward her.

An unexpected mention of Diaspora caught her by surprise, and she blinked stupidly as she grit her teeth in silent frustration. Fuck, was there no escaping the reminders of the hell she'd witnessed? "They are. I've just come from there," the tawny Ostrega replied, wondering inwardly how she might know of the mountain pack, and anxiously lashed her tail as she took a quiet moment to consider her own request: "why are you looking for them?"