Arrow Lake Dream a dream, and what you see will be.

As expected, another was already present. Nyx' ears cupped forward as she stopped, rose her head to better look upon the dorsal of a rugged ebony male. It took a moment to recall him from the day she'd been accepted as a newcomer to the pack, remember that there was something oddly familiar about the contours of his face.

She blinked, awkward, feeling guilty for staring as he turned his crown to look upon her. The tawny Ostrega looked away as their eyes met briefly. "No," she said simply, appreciative of his consideration for her yet finding the suggestion ridiculous. She had never been Stigmata's friend, and doubted she would've ever come close. "Just thought I'd drop by, see if anyone needed someone to... I dunno. Talk to?"