Heron Lake Plateau they rush to tell, they rush to say

So far it hadn't been just one, but twice that Pyro was tasked with diplomatic missions. Well, they were actually more of a messenger kind but you have got to start somewhere, right? It was only better that this time he had company to make the journey, and despite feeling that she was sometimes a bit too slow for his liking, Coelho was simply the best company he could ask for.

After days of walking in what felt like a loop and being unable to locate the pack that Coelho was so sure was supposed to be there, the three musketeers (including Coelho's fancy feather, of course) finally picked up a promising scent and they followed it down to what was surely claimed territory. He smiled at his friend seeing her hesitance, and signaled with his muzzle as though telling her to hurry up. He was there for support, this was Coelho's moment.

When she stepped forward, throwing her head back to ring the bell, Pyro sat back close to her seeing how anxious she was and told her some silly (and probably lame) joke for the jitters. They were met by the residents eventually. The first, a female wrapped in darkness, and the second an older male with striking eyes of gold that reminded him of Vassago somewhat. Pyro bumped Coelho's side with his shoulder hoping to give her some courage, but made no sound expecting his friend to take the lead.