Arms Full of Splinters [AW]

Pyralis grinned wickedly at the girl. So she wasn't a relative of this fire spirit it seemed or if she was the two were not close and as Pyralis sorted out their scents, carefully untangling them she concluded that they were cut from different cloth. She'd never heard of a mute spirit really, that was something that happened only to the cursed. Was this some little wretch who'd gotten on a spirit's bad side? "I'm Pyralis, Pyralis Abraxas." She turned her attention away from the girl, padding back toward the den as her tongue ran across her fangs. "You interested in joining me in this endeavor?" She eyed a beaver that was sitting at the end of the den, it was chattering at her in irritation. "Would little miss silence like to participate? Or should we use her as bait?"