Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

She nodded once, a silent agreement. Dirge spoke of moving inland, further assurance to Nyx' fragile mind that he would not leave her to process her grief on her own, and the thought of rest was inviting. Having not realised how utterly exhausted she was, the tawny wolfess reminded herself that she'd whelped only days before and had not found the opportunity to begin the long road to recovery.

With nothing more to say and a sudden urgency to seek shelter where the tang of sea salt could no longer haunt her, Nyx responded to her sibling's affection by emitting a soft whine and flicking her tongue to the ivory of her chin. Pressing on, she encouraged Dirge to her with a whine as she picked up her stride and began their long journey from the shore that she was desperate to leave behind.