Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

Nyx didn't know why she spoke so openly of her litter's murder, was unaware of how she managed to speak those words with a voice that did not waver. She looked her brother straight in the eye, finding herself thirsty to see even just a sliver of distaste for her. Instead, however, an uncomfortable silence fell between the siblings and not ever a flicker of disgust passed Dirge's features.

He glanced away, and the she-wolf furrowed her brow with uncertainty. Torn between yearning for acceptance and feeling as though she deserved a rejection similar to that of Caiaphas, Nyx remained quietly ashamed. She decided then to speak no more of her slaughtered babes, nor would she admit to the one she knew to have survived.

The subject was promptly switched, and to Dirge's enquiry came the lazy rise and fall of a shoulder in the form of a shrug. "No idea," was her response, "but I never want to see the ocean again, for as long as I live."