Resignation or Liberation? …Farewell and Encounter…

Pyralis moved gingerly over the rocky terrain, ears picking through the sounds of the night, the rush of the falls, the crackling of leaves blown over the stone. Out of the dark a little voice called out. Pyralis turned and saw a pretty little pup with strange, crystalline eyes. She approached, deftly moving closer as she scented the air. "A lonely, old woman. Who might you be?" She didn't have to guess to far for she caught the scent of the Armada on the pups fur and a wicked grin parted her jaws. How kind of fate to deliver such an opportunity into her paws. Well… maybe. Pyralis winced at the shooting pain in her hip. She needed to sit and swiftly moved to do so.

"You have pretty eyes, child. I have never seen their like. What brings you out so far this way? I hope you're not breaking any rules, but don't worry. I won't tattle." She chuckled.