Nyx 🌙

With the loss of her mate, Khione, Nyx ran out into the wilderness to isolate herself from the pack, stricken with grief. She ran beyond the mountainous range of the pack's territory and farther. Through the grasslands, and back to the deciduous forest; the birth place of The Crimson scourge and where she had met Khione for the first time.

She had laid down in the ruin of the pack's old camp, too tired to move any farther, too lost in her mourning to think about the dangers the forest hid within the approaching night. The lull of sleep was too strong, and she soon fell under.

Nyx awoke to the sound of crunching leaves. She shot up in alarm and turned to the source of the noise.

In the distance, a soft white light emanated from the spectral figure of a wolf. A white wolf, with gold eyes and light yellow undersides.

Khione

She raced to her. For an instance, she was free of her grief. Khione was right in front of her, as real as she could be. They embraced, Khiones fur was just as soft as Nyx remembered. But, the moment was cut short when Khione pulled away.

She looked Nyx in the eyes and told her that when she leaves she won't be able to return to her again. This caused Nyx to cry out in anguish, she could not bare the idea of not being able to see her again. With this, Khione comforted her. Yes, they would not be together in the time being, but one day, a day that hopefully would not be soon, they would reunite in the next world. The Fields Of Endless Hunting.

With this new knowledge, Nyx said her final goodbye to Khione and left the ruin. The run from the deciduous forest felt so short in comparison to when she ran to it. The weight of her sadness having left her almost completely.