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

Nyx, cursed by the guilt that had followed her after the slaughter if her newborn cubs, rarely denned with the others. Between them and her was a distance, a barrier erected purely to protect herself for fear of growing too close. Bad things happened to those she dared hope to offer companionship, as fate seemed fit to prove with every wolf who suffered since her arrival: Stigmata, Blodreina, Ingram, Ketzia, Takiyok, their children...

Maybe Mahler was next on her list.

She exhaled gently through flared nostrils at the General's suggestion, and found herself wondering if he might possess some mind-reading power. Only recently had she considered such a possibility come Springtime; to be a mother wasn't something Nyx had ever been able to source on her list of priorities, more so after the loss of her first litter. She wasn't strong enough, brave enough... but maybe now, she could be.

"Maybe. Are you... offering?" Nyx glanced his way, both anxious and curious for his reaction.