Good Omens (Abraxi)

At last she would have a day where it wasn't raining. Spring had swept into Auster, bringing with it rains that had revived the river but also turned her usual trails to muddy slush. Pyralis enjoyed the rain, to an extent, it had brought out the vibrant hues of the canyon walls and she rather enjoyed the sound but enough was enough! Her prayers were answered in the morning and by late afternoon her favorite sunning spot was nice and dry and so she stretched herself along it with her back to the sun and her belly on warm stone. Ahhh… bliss.

Pyralis lay stretched out for hours until the sun was just beginning to disappear behind the canyon walls. When a faintly familiar howl rang out her head jerked up and she blinked for a moment wondering if she'd dreamed the sound. Was that Apollo? It had seemed like ages! Grinning she got to her feet, shaking sleep from her body as easily as she shook dust from her coat. She picked her way towards the source of the call and soon enough she could see the pale form of her brother Apollo. Oh this was going to be fun! Amon, Pyralils, Apollo. The three musketeers back together again.

Her grin turned mischievous as she put on a burst of speed, barreling straight toward her brother, her dark pelt melting into the canyon shadows as she attempted to tackle him from behind, aiming to drape her forelegs over his shoulders. Successful or not she yelled. "Boo!"