There's gold to be taken, we'll bathe in it when we mutiny!

Pythia heeded the call of her sister because well, she figured it would be important. Especially since the scent of all the others were following suit. With her new companion in tow (traded from the most recent market), Pythia was able to arrive much sooner than she would've if without him. Not that she really thought the donkey enjoyed her presence or being around wolves in general, but he did promise he'd stay as long as he was kept fed and not eaten by anyone.

"Watch yer step lass, rocky bit 'ere," his accent was rather thick and slow going, but he was just as patient as she was. Appreciative of his commentary, they arrived even before her father had. The lack of his scent did worry her slightly. Was he even still alive? She'd been curled up in the treehouse when mother had dragged him back in with Siduri. They'd brought Sakana quickly and from their hushed tones, it was clear he almost didn't make it. Again. Trusting that she would've been told otherwise, Pythia takes a seat off by herself, away from the chastised Sagittarius that she had missed, wondering where her other littermates were.

"speech"