I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Pyralis grappled with boredom once again. She really hadn't expected to live this long and the little pirate band was so small she wasn't sure when they'd get the chance to go raiding. Instead she busied herself as she always had, with travel. She worked her way through an estuary in western Boreas, eyeing the birds and imagining catching one for breakfast. It seemed her hawk, Alkali, was thinking the same thing for the bird immediately started to hunt. Pyralis found a nice patch of sun and flopped down for a bit of rest. She knew there was a pack nearby and honestly she was tempted to do some snooping. Maybe after breakfast.