Altar of Twilight andächtig

"Sagtannet has fallen."

Nyx' ears sprung forward, surprise in the vibrant yellow of her irises as they jerked from their path to seek the gargoyle's stony features. She blinked up at him, quiet for a while as she reached frantically to gather her wild thoughts: how, why, when? 

Did you fall because I wanted to?

Her heart skipped a beat, an uncomfortable flutter in her breast, before she became so aware of the dense weight of it. No, that could not be possible. How could one she-wolf be responsible for the shattering of a pack, when most of her time there was spent living in its shadow?

Tongue snaked between lips, the tawny Ostrega swept a stray snowflake that's settled on a whisker. She maintained her silence while Mahler carried on, as he announced the birth of Rivenwood and shared that he wished for their daughters to visit him there - perhaps look upon it as a second home. Of this Nyx had her concerns, of course, the very same ones that brought about her decision to relocate herself and her offspring off to Moonspear.

"Would they be welcome in Rivenwood, Mahler?" Nyx sought his lavender gaze, knowing he would understand.