Pyralis didn't know what, or who, she had in her mouth but it was a rather finely crafted femur and she wanted it. She trotted along as dusk began to fall on the land. A hot wind had kicked up the dust and she couldn't wait for fall to finally come into effect so the blasted land would cool down. At least the setting of the sun would help to alleviate her suffering. Ok, so it wasn't that bad and she preferred the heat to the blistering cold of the north but she didn't understand why should couldn't just have it be the perfect temperature all the time. Oh right… their ancestors were kicked out of paradise. She needed to prod Amon in the ass so they could get their plans rolling. Maybe she'd beat him with the femur. There was a certain hilarity in the thought and so grinning like cheshire cat she carried on her way. "Talk" "You" Think

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The trek here was tirelessly easy, and the giantess hardly even put any thought to where she was headed. She knew not where she was going, only that she was unsure about what she was even doing here. She had no motive, no connections. She almost missed her brothers.. No. Not plural. It was sweet Acere she missed dearly; his company and unique fierceness. Perhaps one day she would find him, see what he's done with his life and maybe live as a family again. But that was a dream, tucked away in her most precious hopes. It wasn't until she kicked what appeared to be part of a skull that she fixed those ruby eyes on her surroundings. She hadn't a clue where she was, nor did she like it. It was foreign and smelled of vile death. A boneyard filled with poor souls come to pass. Looking around, she realized that not all was lifeless. Nares worked quickly in an attempt to identify the other wolf, though of course she did not know this woman. Alis could only lope forward, a cautious aire radiating from her. Upon closer inspection, the lady was quite as large as she herself was, which was almost a welcoming sight. Her family had large lineage, a seemingly scarce trait. Skeptical but curious about this resident's intent, the greyscaled femme cleared her throat softly before calling to the other, "Excuse me!"
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Pyralis shifted her grip on the thigh bone. She didn't care for the taste of earth that accompanied it and she made note to clean the blasted thing off at the nearest water source but the dry heat of Auster was making that very unlikely. Part of her delighted at the thought of showing the bone to her kids. Wouldn't they find it fascinating? Plus it might give them something to gnaw on as their teeth came in rather than gnawing on her. A thud and the shifting of paws on cracked earth caught her attention and she turned to see a large woman with ruby red eyes heading towards her. She didn't seem particularly threatening and Pyralis was arrogant enough in her skills not to feel in danger. Carefully she set the thigh bone down on it's end, resting her paw upon it. "Yes?" She gazed curiously at the woman. It wasn't often she was flagged down. Most wolves tended to give her a wide berth. "Talk" "You" Think