In the dark of the night

Pyralis was headed for the shimmering shore to see if she could make heads or tails of the trinket that Alkali had found. Her hawk sailed overhead, a strange shimmering shell held gently in her talons and the soft sound of the wind lifting her higher into the air. Pyralis had been speaking with Griff, Ashiel's companion about ways to communicate with the fallen god. She had a plan… sort of. If the stupid potoo would cooperate. It flailed in her mouth, it's wings fluttering, eyes bulging.  

"WAHHHHHH"

She flinched as it wailed in her ear. Stupid thing.  She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do with it but she was sure inspiration would strike her when she arrived at the shore. If they could communicate with the gods then perhaps she could ask for curses on other instead of a gift for herself. She was pretty much perfect after all, what could she possibly need?

She'd made her way down toward the ocean when she spied four wolves near the shore. A skinny dipping party? The first she noticed was the male with a sparkling pelt, a faint mockery of the celestial coloring worn by Ankaios, the father of her children and she eyed him carefully. Ashiel had told her of the woman masquerading as a spirit. Would it be the same for this one? She needed to be more careful. When her eyes landed on Kanja she bounded forward. She'd enjoyed the other woman's wit and smart mouth despite the coldness that extended between them after a run in with stupid Aranea. Pyralis still maintained the bitch was useless but there was no need to let one weak mortal ruin a potentially fantastic relationship.

Pyralis strode in and dropped the potoo at her feet, quickly scrambling her forelegs over it with her rump in the air. "Kanja! It is good to see you again. I hope we can let bygones be bygones and all that… want a potoo?" Her gaze drifted past the strange blue-eyed male but quickly caught sight of the glowing shape that was not the water. "Awwww… and our little mute is here as well. What a party."  

She was about to continue when the potoo struggled free. "Ack, no you little devil!" Her jaws dipped between her front legs to get at it. "WAHHHHHHHH" It wailed. "WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-  pfffff"  Pyralis sat on it and turned to Kanja. "Make that a slightly squashed potoo."