Sawtooth Spire What will it take to make or break this hint of love?

She paused, canted a sable-dipped lobe in the direction of approaching paws. Her hawkish eyes was swift to follow and she stared through the evergreens, fully prepared to pierce whoever dared interrupt her privacy. Swift to settle at the sight of a familiar charcoal figure, Nyx resumed her grooming until he settled alongside her.

She looked up, caught him look longingly in the direction of the hollow in which their babes slept. "They're asleep," the lioness explained gently, tone hushed, and briefly sought Mahler's dark features with a smile of assurance. There was something off about him that she couldn't quite place, but she did not pry. Instead, Nyx scooted closer to press her shoulder in silent support to his, and tipped her muzzle upward to better see the warm sunset shades that swathed the evening sky beyond the spires.