Sawtooth Spire wolkenbruch

"Glad", he said. Glad that she had tagged along, drifted from Diaspora to Sagtannet. Nyx felt something stir within her then, a flurry in the pit of her abdomen that she struggled to understand. When was the last time someone had shared appreciation for her presence, if ever?

She smiled, a thin and watery expression that tugged at her muzzle - silent gratitude for Mahler's sentiment toward her. The tawny Ostrega, having been through a great much with the Diaspora wolves, had not given thought to moving elsewhere. Besides, the idea of starting over entirely once more was hardly appealing.

"I would," she responded with a curious twitch of her peppered tail, "no monsters making a home of it, I hope?" An amused smirk then, as she considered the possibility of its suitability as a whelping den.