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

How long had it been since she fretted over Takiyok's scorn? How long since she'd even heard that name on Mahler's tongue. It roused surprise in the tawny Ostrega, the only sign of which came in the tightening of a muscle at her jaw.

"Hm," was all she could muster, thoughts lingering with the pallid wolfess who'd been so set on being the only mother when Diaspora claimed their hollow despite news if Wintersbane's apparent disappearance. Yellow eyes continued to look over the heavens, mottled pink and orange with the promise of a brighter day to come, and she wondered what this might mean for her. For her children.

Even for Wylla.

She blinked, and exhaled softly. "That is unfortunate," Nyx chose to comment on the latter snippet of Mahler's report, though she noted to herself with amusement that it could be in reference to either. "I hope no harm has come to him."