pirate puppies, ahoy!

Pyralis shifted uncomfortably in her den. She'd eaten a monk seal, stuffing herself to the brim with fatty goodness but now her stomach protested. She felt like a bloated whale. Maybe if she got up and started moving around a bit things would settle down. She padded down the beach, gaze shifting out to the ocean now and then until the sound of small voices pulled her attention farther down the beach.

She stopped suddenly, her halted momentum nearly bring her ass over ambition. Gilgamesh was out with his pups. She'd know Modesty was pregnant but in her efforts to stir up trouble she'd spent a fair amount of time outside the pack. It was strange to see pups running around here. It made her ache for her own. They were probably the only good thing she'd ever really done with her life.

Pyralis cleared her throat and strode forward to stand by Sparrow while peering down at the nearest pup (Flurry). "Aww, what an adorable set of puffs. When they're older I'll have to show them out to play coyote ball, it's almost the season for it."