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She grinned at him, a beam of pride at having brought forth a glimmer of joy in his face. Diaspora and its meaning had faded following Stigmata's passing, but Nyx had been glad to be a part of it. Despite the dispersal of Ketzia and her brood that followed, the disappearance of the fallen General's offspring by Takiyok, what was left of Diaspora had managed to keep itself afloat.

Because they had Mahler, she decided, and Nyx' expression softened the longer she looked at him. He was a good wolf; the decision to have him sire her brood was perhaps the best one she'd ever made.

"Hmm," she contemplated aloud when he asked what he could fetch for her and her heart crooned, just you. Just for a little while longer. Nyx inhaled deep, casting the affection she felt for her companion away; to feel anything beyond comradery for him was out of the question, and went against everything they'd agreed on. "Think you'll have any luck finding something sweet?" Nyx asked with a lopsided smile, figuring that plucking fruit would return him to her sooner than the hunt might.