Sawtooth Spire and her heart within her remained bound

"That's alright," she answered with a soft chuckle, an almost motherly edge to her tone as she carried on, "no need for apologies. I don't remember you, either." Nyx' time at Diaspora had been spent mostly in the background. She had never properly acquainted herself or forged any lasting bonds with her pack-mates.

Nyx could recall several if them: how she'd observed Takiyok, Ketzia and their children from afar and with uncertainty. Those litters had shared a father in Stigmata, and remembered the bitterness that one mother seemed to harbour for the other. She took a moment to compare that situation to the one she had found herself in now with Wylla and Mahler and, while Nyx did care for the gargoyle and was willing to let him play his part in the rearing of their offspring, she did feel any need to compete for him where the coastal she-wolf might.

Pieces of the puzzle clicked together when Praimfaya elaborated more on her departure from the mountains, and her expression softened with sympathy. "Oh," the lioness murmured to herself before seeking the girl's sharp features again, "you are Ingram's girl?"