Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

set on 12/8, if that's okay <3

she'd given just enough time to look her wolves over and assess for any injury. particularly the children, who had—to her delight—jumped into the fray without hesitation.

and Avicus had mulled sending a messenger in her stead, but no. this would be quicker.

fleet feet carry her to the towering, oceanside forest of Sapphique, and she stops at the border, ragged tongue dangling as she pants. a moment to catch her breath, then she howls for @Erzulie and @Rosalyn, and feels her heart beat madly in her chest.

it's time. time to stamp out the threat to their homes once and for all.

and if the seawolves refuse to join her, then on their heads be it. because Nyra would return—and the white bitch didn't discriminate for blood.