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

Wandering made Nyx feel far more alive than any pack could ever promise. To roam was strong in her Ostrega bloodline, unknown to her, though it was a trait she and most of her littermates had inherited. To think of her time as a dispersal wolf had her casting thought back to the beginning of it all, when she'd stepped willingly into the unknown alongside @Dirge and Saor into what she hoped would be a bright and promising future.

How wrong she'd been to leave Winterheart. How foolish to turn away from her mother and all who loved her in favour of life as a rogue, one that'd been sour for its entirety. It was not the way of the wolf to roam as long as Nyx had, flitting from pack to pack - never truly finding her place in the world.

"I guess being that's the downfall of being the boss," she teased in response to his remark, wondering if he resented his rank of leadership if it meant rarely being able to see beyond Diaspora territory. "What is it that you hope for?"