It's too early for surrender, too late for a prayer

Mara turned to her with a smirk and Pyralis replied with her usual mischievous grin. "Oh, now that sounds like fun. I haven't run across any other loners out here but I did catch the scent of a coyote pair south of here." She hadn't been planning on harassing them but with a friend she was sure it would be much more entertaining. If spring was good for one thing it was a rousing game of coyote ball.

Pyralis eyed the trench. The gaping wound in the earth that was scarred over with foliage. She couldn't help but wonder what had caused it. She turned her attention back to Mara. "My son started up a pack just recently in the Bent Canyon. I've been helping him with that you could say but you know me. I'm an absolute angel so I've just been trying to stay out of trouble." She winked playfully, her words being far from the truth. "What about yourself?"