Sawtooth Spire and her heart within her remained bound

It'd been a long time since Nyx had heard the name of Diaspora from the maw of another who wasn't Mahler, and her raven-tipped lobes sprung forward in surprise. Curious, she twitched a whisker and let her yellow eyes wander over Praimfaya's physique. The girl was young, likely a child when she'd left. Nyx frowned thoughtfully, seeing no real resemblance in her to the pack-mates she recalled. A lost daughter of Stigmata and Takiyok, perhaps?

Her name was an unusual one, and sounded somewhat familiar. Ingram had had a daughter in Diaspora, but he and Blodreina could not have produced a cub with a pelage so pallid, surely. Nyx felt the sting on remembering her late comrades, but cast thoughts of them aside for fear of sinking deeper into the sorrow that accompanied them.

"I followed Mahler here from Diaspora," she offered the hint of a smile. "What made you decide to come back?" Nyx asked, curious rather than judgemental.