Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

She felt confident in knowing the sound of his footfall, thus regarded Mahler's approach with a simple cant of an obsidian-tipped lobe in his direction. Her hawkish gaze remained on the far stretch of moonlit land before her for only a moment longer, then turned her attention wholly on her Alpha.

"This was a good choice," she crooned to him of their newest claim as he closed distance between them until he stood close by her side. Nyx thought, fleetingly, how nice it would be to sink into the support of his, but she was quick to spirit such temptation away. Instead, the lioness turned her head to look up at the dark leader's face. "Ciri can't wait to visit the sea."

A smile then, as she spoke fondly of their fierce little daughter, but it dwindled at the stabbing reminder of how her time in Ankyra had once brought her to ruin. She'd vowed to herself in the presence of her brother, a long time ago, that she would never face those shores again for as long as she lived. "Perhaps, we can make a day of it?"