How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Pyralis just grinned mischievously at Sparrow as the captain narrowed her eyes at Pyr. Ghost? Hallucination? Did it really matter? She supposed it depended on one's views of an after life. At the mention of Arbraxas her smile faltered. "My memory of the other side is fuzzy but I don't remember meeting Abraxas actually… even if he was there I can't imagine why he'd send me back like this. If its supposed to be some kind of curse I find it a highly amusing one." She had, however, sworn she'd seen her brother Amon and at the thought her heart ached.

Please be some sort of cautionary tale for the pups that if they do some dumb fucked-up shit, they'll end up like you.

Pyralis barked out a laugh. "Fair enough. Don't go pissing off pack wooves solo… bring a buddy!" She winked at Sparrow before sighing at the mention of her murder. Her muzzle wrinkled. "Gossamer Fatalis. You might be thinking I deserved it… and you're right but I'm still mad about it."