Sawtooth Spire and her heart within her remained bound

With Mahler minding the cubs, Nyx was grateful for an opportunity to roam. How long had it been since she last hunted for herself? How long since she left her hollow without the sole purpose of quenching thirst or relieving her bladder? Fuck, it felt like forever.

Ciri in particular showed promise of growing into a tiny hell-hound, having been plagued by incoming baby teeth that she felt the need to use during nursing. Worst of all, both she and her sister had managed to find their feet! They stumbled a lot and prodded along at a snail's pace, but it surely would not be long until they'd be running off whenever she turned her head.

So as much as she loved her infant daughters, Nyx was glad for an opportunity to be by herself. It didn't last long, however, as she spotted movement between sparse foliage. Squinting against the sharp evening sunlight, she could make out a lean figure and a pale pelt - Takiyok?

Dread settled in the pit of her gut, but as the unknown wolfess carried on she could see from across short distance that she was not Mahler's former second. Curious, the tawny Ostrega ventured closer and chuffed a greeting, unsure what reaction would come.