Nylia lay on the sun warmed bank of the river, on her back with her hands tucked behind her head, basking in the sun. She was feeling quite content after having fixed herself and Solly some breakfast. Now all she had to do was lay there, feeling relaxed.

Solly was laying there next to her. The large lynx twisted on to his back, his large paws stretching out, claws extending as he let out a loud purr. Ny reached over and scratched him on his stomach, earning an even louder purr from the big cat.

She rolled back to her former position, her hands moving the thick fall of her hair out of the way, so her head would rest more comfortably. She let out a long sigh. The sun felt so good upon her skin, but it also made her miss Jo’nas. She wondered if there would ever be a time she didn’t miss him. Or do something that didn’t remind her of him. Sure, her heart didn’t feel so heavy now when she thought about him, but he was still there in it. She tried to bring his face to mind only to realize that she couldn’t quite recall how he looked. Oh yes, black hair, yellow eyes that shine, but she couldn’t recall the finer details of his face.

Ny let out another sigh. It had been five years since his death. Life was moving her forward whether she wanted it to or not.

“Solly, we need to bathe.” Ny told her pet without opening her eyes, ready for a happier activity, “We are starting to smell a little too earthy for my taste.” Ny rose to her feet with unconscious grace, took a quick glance around, noticing nothing was stirring in the Silverpine Forest this morning. Hmpf, she thought with a shrug of one shoulder, and started to peel off her clothing.

Solly had rolled over onto his stomach only to give another stretch and yawn. He had no interest in bathing. Not when he could do it without getting into the lake and demonstrated this fact by cleaning himself with his paws.

“Not gonna do the job, big boy.” Ny told her pet with a smirk and tossed her shirt over on the cat, covering his head. Solly tossed his head, trying to dislodge the shirt. Ny sat down to take off her boots, her back turned to Solly. As she struggled with one boot, Solly let out a low growl.

“Hang on, sweetums, I will get it off of you in just..a..minute. Umpf.” She tugged hard on the boot to get it loose.

Ny turned towards Solly only to discover he had already uncovered his head, and was letting out another deep growl. He was staring off to the right past Ny’s shoulder.

“What is it?” Ny asked and pivoted around on her knees. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the undead sitting astride his horse not more than 30 yards from her and Solly. How on earth did she not hear him? He had the look of a seasoned warrior. But then again, she thought, keeping her snicker to herself, all undead looked a little over seasoned.

“Are you in need of something, Sir Knight?” Ny asked as casually as one that was half naked could. She folded her arms over her breasts, blocking most of his view of them.

She couldn’t make out any of his features, his helm covered most of his face, so she couldn’t really tell where he was looking, but his reply answered that question.

“Just out enjoying the…view.” he said with a smirk in his voice.

Ny narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before turning to snatch her tunic from under Solly’s paws. She quickly pulled it on her top and lifted her head to glare at him.

“Well, good sir,” She answered, letting him hear the scorn in her voice, ”Do not let me keep you.” Ny turned her back on the knight and sat down to remove her other boot. Her movement came to a stop when she heard his horse’s steps come to rest right behind her. The horse let out a snort causing the air to stir the hair on the back of Ny’s head. She slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at the undead knight towering well above her. His horse bumped her in the head with it’s snout. Ny jerked her head to the side, without taking her eyes from him. She quirked one brow at him, questioning.

“I wanted to tell you, girlie.” he leaned forward in the saddle towards Ny. “You had better beware.” he leaned back and rested his gloved hands on the pommel. His voice sounded like gravel rumbling down a hillside to Ny’s ears.

“There are more than just four legged wolves in these woods.”

With those words, he turned his horse and rode off.