Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

She blinked. He stared right back at her. Nyx felt the tension strung between them, electric, creeping with a dead weight onto her shoulders. Releasing the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, the wolfess inhaled another more deeply.

"I have no need of your apology, Mahler," she shared with him, thought her words wavered with discomfort, "because there is nothing you need to be sorry for."

She rolled a peppered shoulder, content to lay such awkwardness to rest as she pressed along the trail she'd hoped to source a suitable densite. A question came from the General's mouth, a change of subject that Nyx was hungry for, and she eyed him briefly with the hint of a smile. "A cave," she told him. A safe place, all of my own.. "If we are to remain here for a while longer, I hope to find a more permanent densite."