Sawtooth Spire We wrote and we wrote, 'til there were no more words.

Nyx, having outgrown her whelping hollow, had spent the past couple of weeks preparing to uproot and relocate her cubs. She'd long picked out a rendezvous for them and had delayed the move for some time, so loathe she was to demand @Mahler's valuable time that was surely meant to search for Thade. Tilting her muzzle skyward, she sent forth a request for a moment of his time should he have any to spare.

While the mother's heart continued to ache for a child she presumed to have perished in the wilds, she refused to let the lives of her own offspring grind to a halt. Slipping into the cave that'd served her well over the past few months, the tawny Ostrega's yellow stare sought the black and gold furs of her two daughters and conjured her most encouraging smile.

"Ciri," she called out, "@Elke. Time to get moving."

They were amazing, growing now into each individual little being, and the adoration that Nyx felt for her babies tripled as the darkest of the pair blinked curiously up at her. Ciri and Elke were probably too young to understand why they needed to move, so she did her best to encourage with excitement: "want to come see this amazing place I've found for us to sleep in?"