Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

The words had come awkwardly, and left a sour aftertaste that Nyx attempted to swallow. Would it be weird, for them both to take their offspring off into the wilds for a day - pretending like they were a real family? She wasn't sure, but the uncertainty would linger.

Regardless of the lioness' anxieties, Mahler accepted her idea and she offered a thin smile in acknowledgement as her thoughts turned to Ankyra's grotto. Lycaon had surely buried the bodies of their children she'd bore and slaughtered within those halls, but what of the boy who lived? Was he alive, still? Did the pack still roam that forsaken sound that'd brought her to her knees?

Fear tightened its grip around her heart as she considered the possibility Mahler might wish to show their daughters the territory where their parents first made their home. She said nothing more on the matter, simply tried to content herself with exploring another area of the shores that would be far from the traumatic reminders of her dark past.

"We have," she told him, "I hope you don't have any regrets?"