Ankyra Sound Woop-E-Doo-Da

During the weeks she'd spent in Ankyra Sound, Nyx had mostly avoided the grotto. To her it was a cold, empty and uninviting place - though it still intrigued her. Curiosity got the better of her that morning, as she found herself exploring the darkness of the caverns.

She listened to the clack of her claws on the smooth, cold stone as she tread carefully through the hollow, staying close to the slick walls so she couldn't lose her way. Somewhere, she could hear the drip, drip, drip of water from ceiling to floor. A chilling breeze made her nose twitch, and just as she considered searching where the wind was getting in, she heard a voice. Pausing in her tracks, the golden she-wolf pricked a raven-tipped ear as the words echoed around her and she smirked at the hesitation in his tone.

Always with a thirst for amusement, Nyx lifted her muzzle and released the most menacing laugh she could muster: "muahahahaha!" 

She remained hidden in the darkness then, silent and unmoving, electric eyes trained on the direction she suspected the initial call had come from.