Deepwood Weald so blissful i press on

The weald was safe. Comforting. A place that someone could get lost in, the exact territory that Nyx' heart had yearned for. Through its eery, dappled light the agouti wolfess prowled, truly content for the first time in months, weaving carelessly between its spindly trees with raven-tipped lobes erect, her toxic eyes focused on the path before her.

It was Dirge she trailed, and found him in the company of another. A pale figure, smaller than her brother but undoubtablt masculine; his hueless pelt a sore reminder of her alabaster companion on the coast. She watched quietly from some distance, hidden away by foliage that allowed just enough space to peer through. Following talk of a hunt, Dirge made to turn away and lead the stranger to assume their pursuit of prey.

Nyx chose to reveal herself then, pushing past the ferns and announcing her arrival with a wuff as she quickened her stride to catch up.