RP: The loss of a companion, Nyx's Cheer finally broken.

        Nyx looks towards Disuthasin Mine as the group heads back to town. She thinks of the companion that she had just lost and of Barnabull's corpse is getting hauled away by the South Maladon Company.          But what she feels the most is the loss of Greysnarl. He made her feel as if she had a family again. Her first family had been killed by hunters while they were defending the pups while she was out scouting. The Blackwolf pack was the only family that she had ever known. She does not remember her gnome family that she was born into. While the company of gnomes, humans and other races she could connect with and enjoy their company once she was sure she was able to trust them. But it never felt like the social familiar bond of a wolf pack. Now when she finally made that connection again it was gone in a flash in the mine.        If it was not for Lux and Kaar she was not sure she could have held it together. The party finally reached town and goes to relax and recover, but Nyx cannot sit still. She wanders around town depressed at the though not having Greysnarl's warmth next to her as she sleep at night.        When twilight hits, Nyx heads to the edge of town onto the highest rise and out into the the darkness she starts to howl. For most of the night she howls her pain and sorrow, she uses her illusion to add to the howls so a pack's worth of howls issue forth in a mournful melody. The howls are of lost connection of the pain of being alone, small and afraid. She vents all her emotions into the howls, a fitting dirge for loyal Greysnarl. During the howls she mentally vows once again that she will get that mine clear or die trying. Then she prays mentally while howling to any god or goddess that might listen. To grant her the strength to continue, for her to find a family once again, and to grant any kind of reprieve to her loneliness. This continues until the dead of night when Nyx finally feels her throat raw from the unending howls.        She wanders around town after in a daze and finally comes to the place where she slept with Greysnarl the night before. She sets up a bedroll and cries herself to sleep. Hoping to have a better morning. Sound of the Mournful Howls

Nyx's mournful wolf chorus travels well and far in the cold crisp eve of Khulican and if she was paying attention to the settlement arrayed below she might notice the increased number of fires and roving torch lights as the denizens begin to agitate and worry about this strange and unceasing howling disturbing their night. The comforting sounds of the night-birds drowned out. An hour or so into her grief, from far to the west, from the dark forboding forests that cover the land across the river, a weak answering howl from a passing wolf pack issues forth briefly in sympathy. Not much longer after that Nyx certainly does not notice the dark shapes creeping through the darkness and the underbrush. If her faithful wolf companion had been with her now, he might have been able to detect the approach and warn her, although if Greysnarl had not fallen, she would not be here mourning him. "RAKAS ESHOM!" A gruff voice calls out from behind her, followed by two low and threatening growls so loud and deep that Nyx might almost feel her bones vibrate to them, another voice, similar but different shouts "You who? Why do here?" in rough and heavily accented Valmari. Turning around to face these apparations Nyx would see in the darkness two great and enormous wolves with thick and fluffy white coats, their size rivalling that of even horses. It took her a significant moment to notice that a stocky humanoid figure sat atop each one, larger than herself but shorter than almost any human she might have seen. Glints of metal reflected from them in the star light, particularly from the large loaded crossbows pointed at her chest.

She looks ups at the figures no longer able to put on her normally cheery face. "I'm Nyx Me..." She even couldn't bring herself to say her full name. "I'm an adventurer here to clear the Disuthasin Mine." Nyx takes a deep breath before continuing. "During the first attempt, I lost my companion, my family The wolf Greysnarl." a couple of tears manage to make it down her cheeks as she tries to hold them back."This is the only way I know to mourn." The entire time she has the posture of a very sad wolf. Head hung and low, if she had a tail it would have been low almost between her legs, she subconsciously gave a couple of soft mournful whimpers not realizing she was even doing so.

The two figures sat atop their wolf mounts scowl in the darkness, most of Nyx's words seeming to wash over them without comprehension, though their eyes show comprehension at the name Disuthasin. They jabber quietly between themselves for a few moments and their hostility begins ebbing away. Sensing the tension ease from their masters the two horse sized wolves stop growling at Nyx, and allow themselves to respond to the body language, understanding the grief and offering sympathetic whines. The crossbows are unloaded and slung over the riders' shoulder and one addresses the gnome again. "Apology loss. Many danger." he points vaguely behind into the wilderness. "Other danger also. Eshom, quiet, yes?" The rider's wolf pads close to Nyx, it's head alone a huge proportion of her size. It sniffs the gnome and then its tongue lolls out, lapping against her tear stained cheek and feeling like a cloth dunked in ice water had just cleaned her face. The second rider chuckles darkly and says "Is hungry" if ever a wolf gave a withering stare this one gave one for that. The pair jabber quietly some more in their native tongue as people well used to working together might, before the more sympathetic seeming of the pair gives Nyx a curt nod. They depart then, loping into the darkness with hardly even a whisper to mark their passage.