Sawtooth Spire wolkenbruch

Nyx felt a muscle in her jaw tighten, anxious, as the General stilled and turned his cool stare toward her. She straightened somewhat, muzzle tilted upward slightly to mask the uncertainty she felt - not at all to suggest a challenge.

She breathed in deep as he veered in her direction, noting some reluctance in his heavy stride. Her tongue snaked past her dark lips to sweep a stubborn snowflake from her whisker; "it has," she responded, "I am sorry for that. Wylla is not my biggest fan - I thought it best to stay away, considering the season."