Sawtooth Spire and her heart within her remained bound

She observed quietly, as the ghostly yearling took note of her presence. Nyx moved carefully to further close the distance between them, a certain hesitation in her stride as paranoia flared very suddenly to life within her: could this be an ally of Wylla, perhaps? The agouti Ostrega's life had been uninterrupted by the younger she-wolf since her arrival to Diaspora, but she felt it foolish to allow herself be lulled into this false sense of security.

A greeting came, and she wanted to believe it ggenuine. Nyx mustered a thin smile as she paused  nearby, peppered tail swinging lazily between beige hocks. "I'm Nyx," she returned, and twitched a whisker curiously as her yellow gaze found the unusual dark shading beneath a pair of frosted eyes. "Are you new here?"