I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis was suffering a terrible fate, she was bored! She rolled onto her belly before taking off across the plateau, hoping that fate would intervene and give her something to do. She had little direction in life and loneliness was starting to dog at her heels. Pyr knew she had little time left on this earth but she had no idea what to do with it. She'd often thought of going back to the Abraxas or traveling home to see her brother and children but considering her abandonment of the majority of her beliefs she feared how that would go. Of course, she could lie. She probably would take her change of heart to the grave but she wasn't sure she could like straight to Amon's face when it came to something so serious. In truth she still believed in some sort of after life… or rather she supposed she hoped for it.

Pyralis let her mind wind through numerous thoughts until she started to pass by a pack border. She immediately stopped and sniffed, untangling the scents before recognizing the scents of the old man she'd played coyote ball with. Not only that but she could detect hints of the pirate girl. Ok, so whatever spirit was up there didn't totally hate her. She tipped back her head and howled for company with nary a hint of a plan.

Ooh! Sparrow knew that voice. Currently she was half up the side of the barn seeing if her claws could take her to the roof for a far-out looking spot. There was also that cool looking owl that liked to sit in the rafters and Sparrow was sure its feathers would make a pretty... something. She had been clear about leaving and making a pirate band, but she hadn't had The Talk with Tyr yet and while she was sure he would support her, there was something sad and serious about it and Sparrow, like her father, tended to avoid such topics.

But now there was one of her promised followers calling at the border, so Sparrow dropped down, marched past the tractor and loped towards the caller, trying to put on her calm and casual demeanor in front of the older woman. "Impatient, huh? Or did you hear about how good our booze is here and you wanna buy in?" she called warmly as she approached, no hesitation as she came within a comfortable distance of the woman.