Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Sunlight sleepily broke it's way through the afternoon clouds and lulled Pyralis from her trek across the canyon floor higher up on a ledge to sun herself. Ahhhh…. yes. She flopped onto her belly and stretched her limbs, enjoying the warmth on her back. She debated taking a nap but her mind had been humming along to steadily and the noise was making it difficult to slip into the warm embrace of a good snooze. She and Ashiel had been growing distant but it had been intentional, at least on her own. He was a grown man now… well, almost. Close enough for her anyway and she was the sort of parent to be lurking in the background and ruling through him.

She stretched and tucked her limbs underneath her like a cat. Pyralis made note to find Razi to discuss spying missions. She was ready to go out for another 'bout of wandering.

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She was growing used to her cave den by now, even though the colder nights it still felt rather cold. She was liking it here more with each passing day and had her hopes set on getting to know the members of the new pack she now called home. She had already met Typhon and felt drawn to the man. Like Ashiel he had seemed to be vary nice, treated her with respect despite being a mere mortal. Though it helped that she tread lightly and tried to show her upmost respect to the family. There was others that she needed to meet, but she didn't want to annoyingly push herself into their lives. It may take a long process, but she would get to know them and hopefully learn her place in the pack and the family. Today her light colored form moved with ease among the rocks, testing her balance and learning how to keep her movements careful and swift. She was smaller them most, if not all the other members and knew that was a good thing to have when treading over this more tricky terrain. She moved at a careful pace, testing the spots she stepped and being careful to avoid loose rocks. She was doing a fair job so far, but she was no sure footed goat and could easily mess up. So was farther down from where Pyralis had taken up her sunning spot and with her light coat was vary easy to pick out among the red dirt. Pausing her eyes looked around, balancing herself in her current spot. Looking for the next place to go, where to place her next step. She went to take her next step, but the sound of a bird up ahead zapped her attention, causing her to step in the wrong spot. Where she stepped was all loose and down the rocks went. She wasn't able to catch herself and tumbled right with the rocks. Luckily the spot wasn't steep and though she got a little dirty, she wasn't too banged up by the time she reached the bottom. For a moment she laid in the loose stones unsure what happened, then growled lowly under her breath. Standing up she shook the red dirt from her pelt and tried to regain herself. "Speech" & 'Think'

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Pyralis' eyes drifted closed for a moment as she took in the sunlight. Ahhh… now this was the life. Come to think of it she would be fine living a life of being worshipped, adored and doing whatever the heck she felt like. However, she knew Ashiel did not expect her to get a free ride. She snorted to herself at the thought. She'd gone through the pain of birthing him! After the agony of labor to bring the massive twerp into the world she felt she didn't owe him anything more. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was still here after all.

The sound of shifting rocks snapped Pyralis to attention. Her eyes flung open and she scrambled to her feet. After all the rain they'd been getting she was wary of rockslides. Like heck she was gonna get buried in one! Golden eyes scanning the canyon side she soon noted the source of the noise. Zinnia, one of the new mortal members, was laying stunned on a pile of rocks.

Pyralis quickly scampered down to take a look. She grinned. "That was a close one, you're lucky! My name is Pyralis in case you don't know. You're Zinnia right?"

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