Sawtooth Spire cold, cold man.

i hope you don't mind that i snagged this!

patrolling the borders and keeping a strict eye out for the hopeful man who thought he could split himself between two packs — praimfaya is ready to turn him away should he return during one of her patrols regardless of how the matron feels and whether mahler is a bleeding heart for his case or not. on high alert, expecting the kaistleoki stranger to reappear, praimfaya feels her hackles bristle at the sound of footfalls and a muffled voice drift thru the evergreens that she paces thru. she climbs down a small slope of sturdy drab rocks and steps quickly over the borders, lips curled back from teeth in a manner that states she was entirely all too willing to give chase.

... only for the warning growl that began to bubble in her throat to die as she realizes she recognizes the adult she is closing in upon. stryx. stryx? praimfaya calls out the medic's name into the hazy air of the sunspire, frostbound gaze shifting from ( one of ) the woman that saved her life to the cub in tow sporting a pelage of fiery reds. the cub, praimfaya does not recognize.

what're you doing here? praimfaya asks, unsure if stryx knows how close they dwell to sagtannet. and who is this? a new addition for as far as praimfaya was aware the girl hadn't been with the medic when she and sugar glider'd been tending to her wounds.