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

The mention of Stigmata's name was what served as the catalyst that allowed Nyx to piece the puzzle together, or at least she thought it did. It made sense: had Takiyok, bearer of their former General's first litter, been spurned by him in favour of another? Ketzia's babes were significantly younger than those of the pallid Kapitän and Nyx had witnessed the distance both she-wolves maintained even prior to Stigmata's death.

She frowned. The tawny Ostrega wished to play no part in whatever bitterness or jealousy Takiyok may harbour for those she deemed a threat to her position. She did not crave Mahler's affection, simply just enough of him to fuel her latest goal that could lead the way to that long-awaited happily ever after.

"I..." she glanced away, down at her paws, "I have served Diaspora for some time now, and I intend to for as long as I live. Have I not earned this chance?" After all the misfortune in her lifetime, of course she had! A lump swelled in her throat then, enough to stifle the frustrated sob that threatened to spill forth. "I was robbed of it once before, and such an opportunity may never come for me again."