Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

She found him, taking note of the faraway look on his dark face as he gazed off into nothing. Nyx thought she saw something then that stirred something within her, some small inkling of familiarity. Pausing to stand at his flank, she twitched a whisker in curiosity as she pondered this.

It was when Mahler turned his proud crown to look upon her with an empty stare that the agouti Ostrega felt her heart skip a beat that was almost fearful. Wylla was the memory that sprung to the forefront of her mind as she studied the General's face, a male version of Wylla.

But this was not the first time Nyx had compared Mahler to the coastal wolfess who'd once been her Alpha, and the pieces of a puzzle that was dropped before her so suddenly were swift to fall into place. How was it that she had not recognised him before? How was it that he had not remembered her, and the dark secret that continued to haunt her?

"I'm fine," she answered after a short delay, but before she could even think to ask after him he went on to share with her how he'd requested their latest recruitt to venture into unfamiliar territory to source a new place for Diaspora. Had Nyx not been distracted she might have felt some judgement from him toward her with such a comment, a suggestion of her poor efforts as a scout had brought them to this useless land. "Oh," she said, "I wish her luck, then"