As You're Falling Down

With the coming of Summer Pyrrhus was expecting many things, and among them spars were at the forefront of her desires. But the woman was also working on bettering herself as a member of Abaven as well. After finishing a patrol of the borders the female was heading back to the plains to see what else she might be able to help with. Light was starting to slowly fade from the world as it slipped into late afternoon, a time that the female liked a good deal. She hummed softly to herself as she walked along, ears twitching as she sought a member of her pack. She wasn’t sure whom she was looking for exactly… maybe one of the healers? Perhaps she could help them with herb hunting or something… if they still wanted to do any of that this late in the day.

Pyrr was, surprisingly, in a fine mood as she padded along. Her head was held high, her gaze blazing with that brilliant fire within. Pyrr was happy… happy that she had decided to settle down here in Abaven. The pack, though not the most active, was a welcome community. She liked Bass and those she’d met thus far. She wanted to get to know them better too. There was a particular interest in the femme for getting to know the healers. After all… after her spars she was going to need someone to patch her up!