Arrow Lake Show no fear, for she may fade away.

Would love a @Mahler thread if you have time?

Though she did not ache as the long-term Diaspora wolves did, Nyx suffered in her own way. She'd made attempt at reaching out to comrades when she hoped to look beyond the hollowness of her chest because, somehow, it helped to see that others might feel as deeply as she could.

The tawny Ostrega made her way in no particularge direction that evening, padded quietly through sparse foliage with her head and tail low. Her nights had been sleepless, filled with grim thoughts triggered by a vivid crimson memory, and exhaustion was clear in the dulled yellow of her eyes.