Sunbeam Lair You are wired for struggle

Nyx did not pause to consider the stranger's move to depart without any further words as rude, probably because she'd considered doing likewise. She simply followed her with yellow eyes, sweeping her gaze over the ragged old wounds that littered her frame. At first she wondered if this wolfess had somehow wronged Diaspora, if the marks on her hide had been delivered by Stigmata himself.

Her suspicion was swept aside when the tawny female stopped, confirming that she'd once followed the fallen General and ill health had been the reason for her absence. An excuse, a lie, she found herself wondering, as she'd offered her fair share of those on many occasions.

"Well," the rugged Ostrega concluded, eager to leave this she-wolf to her business so Nyx herself could find the solitude she craved, "you're in for a surprise."

And with that she was gone, slipping between the foliage before Kazimir could have the opportunity to even request a hint of what horror would greet her upon return.