There is a sense of tension still, but a sense of calm is also brewing after speaking with Jaxxon. The dark woman parted ways with him in search of Nyra. The skies above seemed to split the rain soaking into her pelt, eliciting a growl of disdain. Amunet hated being wet, and her moods were evermore unstable. The thought of having to be damp for longer made her ears pin slightly. The dark woman followed the route she knew best to the haunts of the ivory woman; she is mindful and cautious of disturbing the area. Amunet trapsed like a ghost in thoughtful silence until she had found her way towards Nyras den.

The woman chuffed, hoping the sound would be caught between the sounds of rolling thunder. The rain lightened now to a persistent drizzle, but dark clouds threatened a more torrential downpour at any moment. Despite the mild respite, the woman waited with a tenseness that radiated through her core and a longing to find rest sooner as opposed to later. Perhaps in some ways, telling the woman she would be a grandmother was a bit more... nerve-wracking than she felt when telling Jaxxon of his future kin.  Still, she would update Nyra on the affairs of her kin and express her gratitude for assistance as well.

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