Welcome to the Circus

Pyralis smirked at her relatives response. Goodness, she couldn't even remember how they were all related any more. Was Proserpina a niece? A great niece? A cousin of some sort. The Abraxas has focused so strongly on breeding strong and able-bodied members and so little on maintaining and fostering family connections. She'd always felt they were more soldiers connected by blood than kin. Well… that wasn't fully true. Her thoughts flickered to her brother Amon. A wolf she could truly call her brother. But so many faces and names meant so little beyond a spoken connection of blood.

"Really? I thought my prowess as a warrior was clear." She laughed loudly. "Though to be honest I'm surprised as well. So many wolves in these lands seem to lack the balls to actually end their tormentors." She flicked her gaze to Gossamer and the Armada wolves before back to Proserpina. "As for crawling back into my lovely little den… why don't you make me? Prove to me someone in our family is still a force to be reckoned with."

"Pyralis. This is not the time or the place." Pyralis spared a bored glance at Alkali before the bird continued. "Have you forgotten your 'little project'? Its time to go."

Pyralis swore then shooting a scowling glance back toward Proser and the Armada she slinked off with Alkali leading the way.

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