When There's Something Strange In Your Neighborhood... [AW]

Claws clicked against the parched ground as Pyralis stalked into the woods. The dry season was still clinging to Auster and she'd taken to staying in the shade of trees though that was irrelevant now. The sun was setting in a blaze of red. The color stained the surrounding area and made black cracks of the withering trees. She'd heard the rumors of spirits being trapped in these woods and she was wondering if she might manage to snare one. Pyralis was restless again, searching for her future. The Abraxas had achieved the first of surely many packs but what now? She was impressed with her son's ambition and the fact that he had taken charge of his goal himself. She was there for training and criticism but little else. Should she take this respite to wander again? Or would Amon want her help in organizing the pack? What was to be her role now? Perhaps, she did long to return to her wandering… Pyralis stepped gracefully over a fallen tree branch to pause in the heart of the woods as the sounds of night life began to creep into the air like a haunting dirge.