Resilient Together

Pyrite was disgruntled at being disturbed by a voice that was not the Warlord, but had the authority to use his name. A scowl crossed her face before she left the den but returned to neutral as she left the entrance. Her light paws carried the golden gilded woman towards th obelisk where the call originated from and her eyes fell upon a weeping she wolf. She presumed this was Basilisk’s mate, but remained silent as the rest of the wolves gathered around. Surprise widened her gaze at the news, there was a blight affecting the mile high woods and immediately Pyr felt a startle in her heart. All of those old majestic trees were in danger, not to mention how much prey lived there. She remained silent, she had no illness or signs of it, but now she was going to keep in mind. Perhaps she could be useful somewhere.