Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

Hey you Lycaon!  <3

With the season's shift, Nyx was reminded of her purpose in the Teekon. She had promised herself that when Spring approached and the ice began to thaw, she would resume her search for Dirge and Saor. While the snow still fell in flurries and the sea breeze was still biting, the longer days were a sign that her time to move on was fast approaching. A part of her was loathe to consider taking her leave of the coast where she'd made her Winter home with Grimnismal, and the thought of farewell to Lycaon and Ingram pained her in ways she wouldn't dare admit, but her siblings had always been her priority.

But for entirely selfish reasons, Nyx' priority lay elsewhere.

She prowled the beach in the night, yellow eyes sharp and nose to the ground as she searched for any sign that either of her favoured pack-mates might have passed by. The rational part of her mind urged her to go into hiding to wait out her raging hormones, but her mother's lesson on the birds and the bees wasn't one that held Nyx' attention. Lucky enough to have missed out on a heat cycle the previous year, the agouti Ostrega was entirely unaware of thesigns and she simply gave in to the instinct that drove her to seek out male attention.

When she caught the scent of Lycaon on the breeze, Nyx' nostrils flared. She paused in her tracks to lift her proud head and study her surroundings, peering through the blackness of the night in search of the Beta's pallid hide. She settled her electric eyes on the slick, moonlit stone of their beloved Grotto further down the strand and, without hesitation, made toward its entrance with the hope that her ashen comrade might be found within.