Sawtooth Spire wolkenbruch

She looked around, over a peppered shoulder, to seek the dark features of her companion in attempt to gauge his thoughts. A raven ear swivelled, alert for the sound of running water nearby. Nyx rather appreciated what the cave had to offer and, with a future litter at the forefront of her mind, she knew exactly what she was looking for in a whelping den.

Mahler did too, evidently.

This one may not be home to monsters, but the tawny Ostrega fanced that it could be. Her monsters.

She regarded her leader with an approving gaze, the hawkish irises glimmering with quiet gratitude. "I think I'll keep it," Nyx announced at last.