bumps and bruises

Pyralis chuckled. "At my age I could go without a moment's notice. I'd much rather it be on the battlefield." It might seem strange to some. Many wolves she'd met would've preferred to simply go quietly in their dens surrounded by family but in her warrior mindset she only wanted to go in the midst of battle.

Her ears perked up at the mention of Ignis. Ok, that name sounded familiar but where had she heard it before and whose face had it belonged to. "Oh! I know, that big red bloke." She snorted. "Well, he sure took his sweet ass time getting here." She remembered him from the party a long time back. He'd expressed interest in joining and then they hadn't heard from him in seasons, gosh had it even been years? With each passing day her sense of time seemed more and more distorted.

"Aye, you'll get plenty of practice here that's for sure."