Ravensblood Forest Falling too fast to prepare for this.
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Nyx had isolated herself from her pack-mates in the time since their unexpected shift in leadership. She remained out of reach, lingering on the territory outskirts for days at a time and avoiding contact with any of her her remaining comrades - even Lycaon. She had seen him from a distance a couple of times, potentially looking for her, but she would steal away at the mere sight of him.

It was nothing personal, she longed to tell him. He was all that Nyx really had left and while part of her wished to keep him close, the last thing she wanted was to appear vulnerable. Truthfully, she felt Ingram's absence sorely, and she knew that Lycaon would recognise her yearning. Her friend's decision to follow his sister had pained her in ways she never thought possible, and in ways that she did not wish her remaining companion to see.

More than anything, however, the golden Ostrega wished to hide away as the tell-tale signs of her own betrayal began to show. Her flanks swelled with the promise of pregnancy, and she felt as though her size increased rapidly with every day that passed. It was something she remained loathe to admit, and it was a sign of her greatest shame.

Taking her leave of the shore as the sun rose over the sea, the agouti wolfess ventured from Grimnismal's territory and trailed further inland. She slipped into an unwelcoming forest, pausing to investigate the scent marks that littered its tree trunks. They were not fresh, suggesting that a pack had called it home until recently, and she stalled for only a few moments before pressing deeper among the evergreens.
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Over the next several days, Sirio keeps a low profile. Having somewhere consistent and safe to sleep does wonders. A few extra meals where he can safely hunt, or take from a cache, seem to help too. And his youth is always on his side, able to go without for longer and bounce back quickly. 

He likes the solitude. There doesn’t seem to be many wolves and those often keep to themselves, just as much as he. His lurking remains in the forest, finding s large felled tree to keep as home base. The fallen sequia provides enough. 

This day, however, he noted a somewhat familiar scent leading away from the territory. He only knows it by the markers laid on the borders as one of their own but as the days progressed, there’s something different about it. It pushes him to follow after it, seeking the trail of the woman he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what she looks like either but surely they’ll come together. 

The trail leads him to a forest with old markers. Except for the faint waft here and there, penetrating through an old barrier. He licks his lips, lowers his head, and keeps his distance as finally his prize comes into view and he savors the sight of her swollen form from afar.
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Sap seeped crimson from these unforgiving trees, their canopy so dense that what little light broke through in small rays that dappled the forest floor. Nyx breathed deep the evergreen scent, mingled oddly with the distinct aroma of sea salt, and fading scent markers that once belonged to the pack that had once called it home. She happened across a cache which she moved in to sniff at, wondering if she might have gotten lucky enough to find a scrap, but it had long been raided and left bare.

Huffing through her nostrils, she lifted her head to move away carfully. Her belly swayed uncomfortably as she ventured through the trees, a constant and aching reminder of giving in to her foolish desire. Nyx believed that she would never allow the opposite sex near her ever again whenever her unwanted pregnancy came to an end. She wanted to resent Lycaon for his part in it, had actively tried to for a while, but the blame was not entirely his.

She did not feel eyes on her for some time, and her wandering brought her quite some distance into Ravensblood territory before the feeling of being watched made her guard hairs prickle to attention. With a low rumble, the golden Ostrega paused in her tracks to peer over a peppered shoulder with fierce yellow orbs, which settled on the unfamiliar features of a stranger.

Her lips pulled back and her ears fell against the ruffled fur of her nape, yellow eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "Fuck off," the wolfess hissed, tail coiling with annoyance at her hocks.
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Sirio is surprised by how far along he gets until she finally takes note and turns to him, fussing at him angrily to leave her alone. The yearling doesn’t flinch. Remaining steadfast in his position, watching as she ruffles up her annoyance, he glances off unperturbed about the whole thing. His own fur remains smooth, ears alert, and when he draws a long look back to the mother-to-be, he wags his tail a few times and changes from desire to friendly in one smooth motion.

“No intention of harming a pack mate,” he says a little defensively, a second too late.

When he moves, he takes a round step to the side, studying her as he advances his knowledge beyond her scent. “I am Sirio,” he decides to introduce a beat later, hoping it’ll give her some calm reserve to interact with him.
i want i want i want i want i want;
am i repulsive in my wanting
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She doesn't understand his persistence. If someone were to openly and loudly tell her to get out of their sight, Nyx would not hesitate to roll a shoulder and take her leave without looking back. It was clear that she did not wish to be disturbed in any way, let alone followed. The dark-pointed yearling merely glanced away before turning his attention on her once more, which caused the pregnant Ostrega to bristle in annoyance.

He spoke then, stating that he had no intention of harming her, which cause her lips to twitch and reveal another flash of fangs. The last thing she was concerned about was being injured, as the many burdens of her mind pained Nyx far more than any physical wound ever could. Boldly, the yearling advances and the agouti wolfess parts her jaws, spitting saliva in his direction with the ferocity of her snarl.

Without the energy to assert herself, she allows the growl to dwindle to a mere rumble as she made to slink from the scene and leave Nyx didn't care for his name, nor that he was an apparent pack-mate. She eyed him suspiciously as she moved, before quickening her stride and resuming her search for solitude once more.