Home was a blessed sight; a means to detour the troubling path her mind dared tread. With minimal effort the lady found her way into the den and for once X’yrin found herself smirking at her ease. At least she did not have to shift her form to enter as the taller she-wolf again found herself doing. Her form was bulked augmented with impressive mass that only the Secui form, her more comfortable form, could give.
She welcomed the darkness that greeted her eyes as well as the warmth the natural incubator provided. The silence too was taken in with a smile, though the soft breaths of the Ryu remained a constant reminder that she was not alone. Her mental map of the den put itself to use until her eyes eventually adjusted and it became not an overwhelming constant of black, but a dimly hued space outfitted with various furs along the earthen and a collection of tails piled in a corner; her trophies yet to be adhered to her fox fur. Quaint, homely, and most importantly warm and protected. “This is home,” she breathed fondly, her tail swaying proudly in the darkness. “And it will be yours as well.” And perhaps the home of her beloved as well… if he chose to make it so.
Unknowingly the Nomad had brought a complication upon herself. Her want to aid her friend in need conflicted with how she felt about her whenever the topic of the grey warrior came up. She became unnerved, simply toying with the idea there was something she did not know… especially with her sudden prolonged absence and now seeing her cherished leader with pups. She had no reason to suspect anything, yet the suspicion was ‘there’, pressing forward on her mind and begging for resolution. She hadn’t missed the near whispered word of the lady but chose to ignore it for fear that whatever came to her lips would surely damage their delicate relationship. But she couldn’t just be quiet like this… it was not in her nature to simply leave something unmarked and in question. She just couldn’t.
She had found her companion by scent and the contrast of her brilliant splotches of white leaning against the inner wall, no doubt giving her feet a much needed reprieve. The Nomad tread quietly despite her heavy paws and this space being (now) their home, but she felt a stranger now stepping one grounds she wasn’t sure she was able to; but had to for the sake of clarity. The woman dropped down to her belly, forepaws outstretched before her near the lady’s feet and released and exhausted sigh from her trembling muzzle. She braced herself as best she could. For better or worse she needed to know… she needed an answer to rid herself of this uncomfortable suffocation of doubt and uncertainty, for she feared she would be driven mad as she choked herself upon it. “My Lady…I must ask,” she began softly, mustering whatever nerve she could grasp before again releasing an unintentionally held breath. “Nayru…” she breathed.
“Are you hungry?”
‘Damn it.’