Double, Double Toil And Trouble

Many might not find Pyralis the sort to be interested in the deeper meanings of the world but she was in tune in her own unique way. She listened to Cordelia's words, her statement on pain. Pyralis was certain her son would learn to swim, in may ways he already had. After all he had survived two floods in the canyon as well as the responsibilities of ruling his own pack. Perhaps the boy simply had not realized this. He was caught in the midst of his own struggles and was in need of an outside perspective which she could offer if she chose to do so. Pyralis supposed it had been a long time since she'd had bonding time with her son.

"Are there any establishments made by others?"

Pyralis nodded. Her head dipping gracefully, the moonlight playing off her golden eyes. "Many, though I do not know all of them. My family rules Auster the rest of the packs are here in Boreas. As for their names," she shrugged. Pyralis wasn't keen to just divulge everything she knew though she doubted any of it was information that need to be secret. "I don't keep up much with the going on's of mortal packs. There is one directly east of here across the river and another even farther east called Abaven. There is also one north of you though I don't know all that much of it. Do you look to join a pack or are you just seeking awareness of who your neighbors are?"