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

She felt the sharpness of Mahler's cool stare on her, enough that her raven-tipped lobes smoothed back against her peppered nape. The silent apology was evident in her eyes; Nyx hadn't meant to lead him along into the concern that she sought to dismiss any part he wished to play in the upbringing of any offspring that would come from their union, but simply to assure him that she sought no commitment to her.

As far as she was aware, the General was very much a bachelor. She had no interest in whatever other she-wolves might seek his affections for her intentions were purely selfish. Fast approaching her fifth year in this world, Nyx knew she would soon outgrow her prime. If ever a time came that she wanted to earn that second chance at motherhood, there was no better time than the present.

"I did not mean to offend," the tawny Ostrega said despite Mahler's spoken vow to act as a father figure to her litter wether he sired them or not, "I've... never really been in this position before. Planning my life, I mean. I usually just go with the flow but if this is going to happen, I want to be prepared." This time. No more mistakes. No more bitterness, self-loathing, "what-if"s. More than anything, Nyx needed to ready herself for what she sincerely hoped was a far brighter future.