Sleepy Fox Hollow Monsters and monstrosities.

The scent, she realised, was an old one. Nyx huffed through her nostrils and lifted her to carry on, to continue her search elsewhere, when the approach of a young stranger caught her attention. Her tail straightened at her rear and raven-tipped ears sprung forward, curious as she tested the air, though relaxed upon realising that she belonged to Diaspora.

Brook. A pretty name, but Nyx couldn't look beyond her age. She was incredibly young, with a childish softness to her features; where had Mahler found her, she wondered.

"I'm Nyx," she responded simply, "are your family here with you?" She hoped so. Diaspora could use able-bodied wolves to pad their ranks and better support the cubs that would come with Springtime.