home inspection

Aryn was just beginning to work up the courage to approach closer so that her whispered calls might be heard a little clearer over the knolls. Her paws were inching forward though they shook each time she lifted them off the ground, her every fur was on edge and ready to flee at the smallest, tiniest noise. Never had the girl been so focused in her entire life and in fact she may have been a little bit proud of how obviously well that this stealthy stalking was going. In fact she was so pleased with her mastery of the skill that a small grin had begun to touch at her lips, new confidence driving her slowly forward.

He flew from the bushes and Aryn's reaction was as immediate as it got. The border ceased to exist and Aryn's own klutzy paws became her downfall. What was supposed to be a full-out-sprint for life and limb was short and sad, her small form suddenly tumbling over into Fireside territory and her face crashing hard into the grass below.

A terrified, anguished scream sounded and it's volume quickly surpassed Tyrian's own roar. Was that her voice? Oh no she was going to die, here and now. Her head would be upon a pike beside the late goat male's, her death a warning to any future vigilante's that Tyrian's iron paw was not one to be crossed. "PARLAY, PARLAY!" She cried, her paws thrown over her head hastily as she curled into a shuddering ball. Fireside were some, pirate.. crew, right? Aryn wasn't sure, maybe she was getting her information crossed. Though if they were pirates, she'd heard enough tall tales that she was almost perfectly confident that it was something you were supposed to demand from them so they'd not eat you. If not, well, perhaps Aryn would learn to put less stock in fairy tales.