An eerie silence had fallen over the thicket in which the mother to be had chosen to lay down. The sound of her breath was the only disturbance in the cool night air, though truly she was not alone. A voice drifted from the shadows, “Can’t sleep, love?” Nova stirred slightly and looked to where the voice had been uttered from. Whoever this voice belonged had risen from the shadows, just as Kershov, Halina and Marx had when the fealing had come to Abendrot. The form was slim with the exception of her abdomen. pups. Nova thought instinctively of the formations inside her body. “Why waste such a beautiful night on restless sleep?” Nova’s tone reflected nothing; no emotion’s stirred within her body nor laced her words. Though to some extent she believed what she said, there was no use in trying to sleep when she’d get a better rest starring into the night, reflecting her own pools. A patting sound emanated from her company, and she saw the unknown Queen’s paw touching the earth in a repeated motion. She was beckoning Nova forward from her cover and safety, and her face was bared in almost the same smile as Kershov’s. Nova was intrigued, how would it be that a wolfess would happen to have the same scars as the King? Nova rose up, her lithe bodice still light, and moved towards the Queen of Abendrot, though she wouldn’t have known.

“I believe I am in the rare circumstance to not know one of my own subjects. How rude of me. Darling, I am Scarlet Nights, your Queen. Who might you be?” Nova rose instinctively and bowed to the Queen, though she had done no such thing for Kershov. The presence of his Queen who by speaking, seemed to demand respect would deserve such a simple motion. She was nothing short of beautiful almost ethereal. Beauty unsurpassed. She could only imagine how the pups would look. “I am Nova Prospekt. I have been taken under by Marx.” Nova’s reply was short, but to the point. She felt no need to explain further unless questioned and the Queen seemed to be thinking to herself.

Nova listened to the callers in the nights, the screeching owls that haunted the trees above and the assassins that lurked in the shadows. Abendrot was her home, and she quiet liked the idea of its darkness and controlled destruction. Every shadow had the potential to be something more, something unknown. And Nova wanted to know everything. She wanted to be everything.