How Many Sunrises Will You Be Blessed With? [Rivin]

Pyralis remained still as Rivin reached out and tried to touch her, the paw simply passing through. The girl went on to explain that tearing prey apart wasn't enough any more and that her father was being basically useless. Useless enough to get promoted. "Well, if that isn't the way it goes. Is Ignis our Sloth now? Sounds like he's having trouble getting off his ass." She chuckled. "That's good that you're learning what you can on your own. If you want, while I'm here, I could try to give you a lesson but it isn't quite the same as real practice. It might be best to try and find another tutor. Hog tie one of the adults. Keep them on their toes!"

“I know a pirate doesn’t walk a path favorable to all, but you lived your life better than any wolf I’d ever met."

"I appreciate that." She really did. Pyralis didn't often get meaningful comments and meant something to her that she'd made a lasting impression. Rivin asked if she couldn't bargain more with death and Pyr shook her head. "I haven't had much of a say in anything so far. Not that I can remember, but no… no… we all have the time we're given. My body was old and failing me. I was in pain daily. There's no pain in this state. Though I do admit I miss the feeling of the breeze and the smell of the ocean air."

Rivin mentioned that the Plunder wasn't the same since she'd left. Ahh, yes, she kind of got that feeling and was surprised for it. She'd assumed the pirates would have a big party and just carry on as if nothing had happened. However, she suspected there was more in play than just her death. "Yes, well, that is unfortunate. However, from what I've seen you and the other yearlings are making quite a mark. Soon enough you'll be the leading ranks in the Plunder and you can make it as you want it to be."