When Vesta and Amarok burst from beneath his caught, Nova had been flirting with unconsciousness. Though the water wolf had left just moments before, and he hadn't felt any particularly tiredness distinct from his general discomfort, something about laying in a world of darkness made drifting to sleep seem natural. Not so after two shewolves shot out from under his bed. Vesta's disturbance had been fairly benign compared to Amarok's, who jostled him hard enough that his head knocked into the wall with a thud. From the speed of their flight, he doubted that his subsequent swearing even caught up with their ears.
Trying to return his new status quo, Nova settled back in a degree grumpier. Although he had tuned the general bickering about Summanus out, one word pierced his mental block. His own name. "Nova!" It was Blue's voice. It was a pleasant shock to hear her awake, from the general mutterings of the others the Ausi had supposed that she had been rather hurt. Perhaps it was worse than he had thought, he had never heard her sound concerned for him. What he would give to see that.
"Don't worry, dearest Dey," Nova responded, unable to resist the old callback, "it ain't as bad for me as you think. I'll never have to stay up to take watch again." He wondered how she looked, her voice sounded rather weak. At least in comparison to Durandel, anyway, but perhaps he wasn't the best standard for comparison. After feeling her nudging, thankfully more gentle than that nurse wolf had been, he heard her grunting at the water wolf. Good. If it made him feel uncomfortable enough, maybe he would go and get more water.
"It is likely that after all of this is over, not all of us will be able to group together like this. That being said, what are we going to do now?" Sleep, drink, and be weary. That was his vote. Hadn't they done enough damage to the enemy and themselves for one day? Besides, how many knew where they were? They had to be relatively safe here.
He had nearly finished giving the fire wolf his share of water when the black wolf startled him. "Do I know you, fishscales?" No, of course she didn't. No one here knew him, and he didn't know any of them. He thought this awkward situation had already been established. "N-no. I'm jus' here ta help, though I ain't the best..." Tiberius said, his voice trailing off as he saw her visibly lose interest. Quickly finishing his work, he grabbed the pail between his teeth and shuffled back towards Blossom.
"We shouldn't be here, Feathers..." the water wolf said, more wearily than uneasily. He couldn't shake the black wolf's question. Fishscales. It was a unique enough nickname, and not really that accurate. It's not like he had any fish skin...at least that he could see. Just a fin. Maybe that's why no wolf ever called him that since had they had been with Drais.