Sawtooth Spire You are the chosen one.

With her time in the season having come to an end, and with news of Wylla's recent whelping, Nyx was at last content to venture further from her more secluded hiding places. She was in good spirits that afternoon, glad to be able to stretch her limbs as she roamed through Sagtannet territory without crossing paths with the fire-tempered leader she'd been so fortunate enough to avoid almost entirely since her arrival at Diaspora's hollow.

Nyx, feeling a familiar itch to wander that'd been absent from her mind for months, picked up her pace when she found a straight trail ahead. She found herself sprinting forward for no reason, felt the spike of her pulse as she galloped without reason, without care.

Freedom, she thought, keen to make the most of it before the arrival of a litter she so desperately longed to meet.