It was a strange thing to accept, the world being at peace. N​ó​ttin still couldn't shake the feeling that despite everything he had seen so far, that something else might come back to tear things apart again. But it was the truth of it all. The land of Mythris had returned to normal, and life had begun anew. The only thing to do now was try to move on. But how do you keep going, mind scathed and shaken by what he had seen? What he had experienced?

So on this cold night, he sought the heavens above for his own grandfather's presence. Hoping that tonight he was listening, that tonight he would be of some comfort and wisdom to his prodigy. The sable wolf had been not far off from where the silver woman was residing, but didn't catch wind of her until he was high on the peak, blue eyes staring up at the stars.

Her scent hit him softly, carried by the faintest breeze. He turned to face her just briefly, doing his best not to disturb the peace of what ever moment she was having to herself. For it wasn't his business what she was going through in that moment. For now, keeping to himself was the only thing that felt right.