Neverwinter Forest The Sun Queen is not our Queen

Nyx was calculating, and she had considered the cons of her plan. They'd have to answer to someone else but themselves, abandon the forest and perhaps even some members unwilling to follow them to the end. Nyx didn't need a little detective hat to prove she was a good judge of character and though she was almost sure Stigmata was using her wish for children to obtain more members for his pack, he did allow them to have children. Nothing bound them to this pack except the promise of a home for their children, there hadn't even been much talk about what would happen when they were old enough to travel with their parents. Perhaps she was dealing with the Devil here, but they had faced worse demons in the past and for now she just had to have what she wanted.

Stigmata seemed older than us both, perhaps if he steps down we can even claim the lands and wolves for us own... It was an enticing fantasy to overthrow such a confident man with sheer willpower and a dash of luck, but she didn't like writing off possible fates.

She giggled softly, feeling almost like a queen. They would get what they wanted, she could promise him that. She rubbed against him once more, pruning the fur of his shoulder and placing soft kisses along the way.