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

Pyralis' lips pulled from her teeth in a vicious grin as Mara said she'd be up for a rousing game of coyote ball. "Well then, we need to find ourselves some coyotes." She nodded at Mara's mention of the pack. It was indeed doing well enough though she'd certainly like to see it grow more. She'd felt rather lost since her brother left. Amon had always been the guiding star of the pack and the family and she didn't really know what to do without him. As one of the older members she felt pressure to step up and lead the family but her wild spirit would not allow it and she would think her family fools if they thought she could fill that role. No one could. Malleus was probably the closest though she admired Ashiel's spirit.

She listened with interest as Mara relegated the events of her life. In some ways she could see a mirror to her own. Enough of the past though, she wanted to stay in the present. Trotting along she lowered her head to smell the ground, searching for coyotes. "Aha! I think I've got something." She followed the scent down into a rocky area and her eyes began to search for an entrance to the den. All too soon she found it. Grinning she peered at the dark opening in the rocks where a coyote had burrowed into the earth in a blank spot between four large boulders.