Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

With a little prompting Stryx got to her paws and followed after Sugar, casting the pair of strangers a small glance; she wasn't sure if it was safe to go too far from them, feeling dubious of every wolf she encounters as a default, but their voices dwindle soon enough and Sugar begins to elucidate. She doesn't say much either, and Stryx can't really blame her. She looked as if she'd been running all night. A good rest was what the girl needed, and some food, so when Sugar tucked in for some sleep Stryx nodded and left her to her slumber.

She prowled back to where Praimfaya was talking with Opalia a few minutes later. While she was a bit curious to know what was going on, it wasn't really her business and Stryx wasn't known for gossip nor getting deeply involved in the affairs of pack wolves. She busied herself with arranging a few bits of greenery around where she'd been guarding the fallen warrior, assembling piles of herbs from what remained of the previous night's dalliances, taking stock - and trying not to eavesdrop too much.