Sparrow had been in and out of the pack lately, but much more out than in. The pack scent wasn't even covering her coat other than a light dusting over her paws just from walking around the territory. She knew she and Tyrian hadn't really had a chance to talk about it, but her intentions had never been unclear and she was sure they both knew this day would come. She tracked him by scent, starting at his den, "Tyyyyyr? Good old uncle Tyrrrr?"

The scent wasn't that fresh so he was probably out and about. That gave her a better idea. She decided to stop calling for him and shrunk into a crouch. With her large size, she still wasn't the stealthiest, but it should be good enough. She followed his scent with an avid dedication and when it was fresh enough, she used her eyes (duh) to locate him. She stayed to his back, stayed down wind. She wanted to get as close as possible before launching herself at him, aiming to squish him and lay a very slobbery kiss along the fluff of his right cheek, "Tyyyyyyr!"

Tyrian was hard at work butchering a sheep with Tashi when Sparrow snuck up on him. He might have been able to fend her off had he not been up to his elbows in sheep. As it was he had a second to see her coming and brace for impact, and that was it. "Well if it isn't my lovely niece," he said dryly, the eye closest to her tongue mark squinting out of fear of becoming collateral if she went for another sloppy kiss. Her weight was almost enough to pull him from his work, but he managed to save his balance somehow. The sheep carcass was hanging in front of him and he had a firm grip on the gut pile, ready to guide it into the bin below as soon as Tashi cut the last bit free. Above him, Tashi looked down to see if he was ready. A nod from Tyrian and the langur severed the last bit of visceral. Tyrian very carefully caught the weight of it and guided it into the bin. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His most pressing job done, he swiveled around and tried to put Sparrow in a headlock with one paw while smearing her face with ichor from the other. "Did you sprout something new? A second tail, maybe? An eyeball in the center of your chest?" ""

Sparrow wrestled to balance as much on Tyr as she could, cat paws wrapping around his neck and shoulders the best she could as he did his task. She was knocked off balance when he turned and put her in a headlock, smearing her with- honestly she wasn't sure if it was her own saliva or blood from the animal. She accepted it nonetheless with a fake gagging noise just for show. She wriggled underneath him to get free, but she wasn't so forceful as to break the now-smaller uncle of hers. He asked if she sprouted something new and Sparrow finally shirked free from his grasp, gaining her own standing in a few wobbly seconds.

"A few girlfriends, maybe," she said half-jokingly. Did he... ever know if she was gay or not? Well, too late to say it bluntly now! "And enough followers for the Pirates to finally set sail." She beamed proudly. "We're gonna be having a party first of spring. Of course... means I CAN'T reaaaalllllyyy be a Fireside wolf anymore." She threw on the saddest pout she could muster, ears drooping, tail thudding. While the idea of leaving her home was a little sad, she was sure she was welcome any time and besides, a lot of exciting things awaited. "Not too late to stop being Mister Pack Alpha Man and be Mr Pirate Dude...."

"You've sprouted a few girlfriends? Now I've heard of everything." Perhaps some would have found their nieces talking about girlfriends at least momentarily disorienting, but Tyrian was the sort to give little thought to attractions and the significance usually placed on them so the fact that Sparrow might have been admitting a same sex one snuck below his notice. He was just happy to have ammo to tease her with and sprouting girlfriends painted one hell of a picture. Knowing what the band meant to her, Tyrian was happy to hear Sparrow was ready to make it official. It would suck to lose her, but he was happy for her. "That's great, now I can finally stop plotting ways to be rid of you," he said with a teasing smile. "For real though, it's great you've got the band together. I have no doubt the packs of Boreas will quickly come to rue this day." Words about how he'd miss her were on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back. Their relationship was built on teasing and rivalry, and while he would have meant them, he feared giving her real ammunition to use against him. As for the invite, he chuckled softly. "As tempting as being mister pirate dude might be, I think I'll leave the pirating to actual pirates. I'll take you up on the party, though. First of spring? Want me to bring anything besides my winning personality?" ""

Tyr joked at her about sprouting girlfriends and Sparrow rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah, left and right. It's crazy." She had never really seen Tyr as an uncle like... Chaos or Jupiter. They were close in age and she had never considered that this conversation could be strange otherwise. "You? I'm waiting for my Tyriminions to come raise hell with me."

Her uncle joked about trying to get rid of her and Sparrow huffed with mock offense, "But without me, who's gonna make sure to lick down that fur that stands straight up on your head?" He said the packs would rue the day she made a band and Sparrow nodded confidently. "I made a list. I visited every single one. It'll be good to pop back up, but, y'know, it'll be like, 'wait that idiot is King of the pirates?'" Sparrow laughed, mocking the people. She WAS an idiot, just a smart one.

He said he wouldn't become a pirate and Sparrow sent him the biggest and best pout she had ever conjured, at least in her own opinion. He asked what he should bring and Sparrow pretended to think on it before nodding sagely, "More. Girls... think you can manage that?" She sent him a wink before becoming a little more serious, "But seriously, any food would be amazing. No pressure though."

Tyriminions? He grimaced. That was something he didn't even want to think about. At times he found the idea thrilling and at others, terrifying - the latter being the reason he thought himself not ready to pursue such a course. That was far too serious a personal investment for where he thought himself to be in life. Someday, maybe. "You first with the Sparraminions, then we'll talk. Maybe we do a minion swap someday." He chuckled with Sparrow over her plans to revisit the packs. Going with her and raising a little hell did appeal to him, but she was a few years too late to recruit him for the endeavor. Tyrian did wonder how different things would have been if she had gotten her band first. Would he be a pirate today? It seemed plausible. "Girls, you say?" He scratched at his chest lightly, his eyes on the sky as he pretended to take her request seriously. "I think I can manage that. Food too." Come to think of it, he did know just the girl for this party. Girls plural might be a bit of a stretch but if he had his guess, bringing Keetie would be like bringing a pack of ladies. "I'm sure you'll have it covered but I think I can rustle up some of Jupiter's booze too." ""