You Lie Like A Rug [Trespasser]

Flush with her victory over two of Fenmyre's warriors Pyralis was riding the high south into Auster searching for adventure and trouble. With winter soon to arrive in Boreas, summer would arrive in Auster and she much preferred the heat to the cold. Mania and adrenaline eased the pain of her joints, pushing her farther south than she'd been since she'd had her pups. She could smell the salt in the ocean air along with something else.

Pyralis lazily rolled to a stop, nostrils twitching at the smell of pack. Well, well, what was this? A pack in the maze? Apparently the pirates had missed one.  If she had her fire cart she'd be tempted to light the maze ablaze. Alas, she didn't have the tools she needed and she was more interested in catching sight of the wolves that made their home here. What were the like? Hermits? Meek healers? Or perhaps a hidden clan of warriors?

She didn't hesitate as she strode into the maze, beckoning Alkali and her potoo into the air above to assist in her navigation as well as alert her to the arrival of other wolves.