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Her tour of the north was going pretty well though she was a bit disappointed at how quiet it had been so far. She supposed the weather was partly to blame. The severity of the winter was palpable. She'd been lucky to find a few carcasses to scrounge off and one fresh kill. Meager pickings though all in all. Pyralis new she'd need to cut the trip short and check on the going on's back home but for now she was content to go her own way. To forget about her family, the fallen god and anything but the earthly pleasure of enjoying well… the earth.

She was working her way up when she passed by a cave entrance. It would've gone unnoticed except that the air seemed to shiver about it, like a mirage. Curious she moved closer and soon felt the heat. An underground chamber? She hadn't been expecting to see signs of volcanic activity out here. Now she knew going in could be risky but to heck with it.

"Oh Pyr, you can't be serious."

Alkali hopped onto her back, the sudden weight causing Pyralis to stagger. The large bird hunkered down and Pyralis chuckled as she slipped into the cave. Alkali hated going in caves and anything even remotely underground. "I promise to protect you from the wee beasties." The bird scowled. Pyralis was impressed with the heat. The air was heavy and dense and as she moved further in she noticed a handsome man with unusual markings and noticeably large fangs that curved down past his lower jaw. She grinned.

"Enjoying the sauna?" She could feel Alkali shift, the birds talons digging into her back. "They're supposed to be good for the skin, unlike crabby hawks." She turned her head to glare at the bird who shot her an equally dirty look.